[ Carver just watches her. After a moment, he takes a slow drink. He doesn’t immediately choke on powdered glass or something that would burn his throat.
It’s good, he realizes absently. He missed the taste. He never thought he would know it again. ]
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It’s good, he realizes absently. He missed the taste. He never thought he would know it again. ]
You always have coffee, shit like this?