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“I did not ‘profane’ the coffee with milk or sugar, much as I would have liked to,” he said. “Unlike you, I am capable of functioning without artificial stimulants.” “I like artificial stimulants,” I protested. “They usually mean nobody’s trying to kill me. Unlike the natural kind.”
Chimes at Midnight (October Daye, #7)
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