Miracle Myx Gets Hot

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"Es caliente adentro aquí."

"Myx, you're not still mad at me for being out in the cold, are you?"

Sometimes, Myx's synesthetic memory worked against me by having him keep a grudge longer than necessary. On second thought, maybe even a normal memory would be enough to recall some of the antics I put MIRACLE MYX through.

"Me plazco a estar adentro, usted idiota."

"You know I don't speak any language other than English--if you don't count a little pig Latin. But, I didn't like the sound of that," I said.

Myx was obviously influenced by the atmosphere of the little Mexican restaurant we were dining at. His fantastic memory made him a natural polyglot (yeah, I looked it up!).

"Ese salsa parece delicioso."

"Are you talking about the food? I caught the last word anyway," I said, trying to keep up at least a little bit.

I loaded a chip with salsa and popped it into my mouth. I wasn't ready for the sudden rush of spices and ended up coughing and sputtering--my eyes watering.

"Si usted estrangula, no le estoy dando el Heimlich," Myx said--I think unsympathetically.

I asked the waitress, who was passing by, what Myx said. She told me he wanted me to know I was on my own if I choked.

Miracle Myx

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