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April 20, 2006
I pour her a cup of the decaf and instead of holding it out, slide it gently across the table. She wraps her hand around it and keeps eating, taking a few sips between bites of roll. I lift my cup and hesitantly sip.
Caffeinated.
My eyes drift closed. I feel the darkness sinking back down. The urge for the other thing is mostly gone. It'll come back- they'll both come back. But not now.
Eyes still closed, I down the rest of it, ignoring the prickle from my still-sensitive throat. I slowly lower the cup and open my eyes.