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"Can I sit?" she asked, sipping the coffee. "Help yourself. You’ve already made yourself at home with my bathtub and my cigarettes," I replied, still more curious than angry, or worried, even. |
"Sorry, I'm a bit confused about things right now," she hopped up onto the countertop as she answered. "I haven't had a cigarette in years, I hoped that you wouldn't mind. This coffee's good. It’s albino." | |
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