A Morning With Mr. Thomas
Being careful with the sugar, Mr. Thomas?
Perhaps, Mrs. Maggie. My health has done me so. But I’ll have you know, the new bitterness
does quite wake me.
So you prefer the blackness of your coffee to caress the crisp scent of morning?
Ah, and let me tell you how much sweeter it is, this morning.
I am quite puzzled.
No, just unaccustomed.
To what am I unaccustomed, Mr. Thomas?
Death, Mrs. Maggie.
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