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It was the worst coffee she’d ever tasted and she’d once tried the one made from weasel shit. The brown sludge slowly making its way down her throat made her think of that hot and humid summer when their son was conceived, only it wasn’t coffee she’d been drinking then. It was good old American whiskey whose bitterness was so much more welcome. She frowned at her cup, but said nothing, choosing instead to keep drinking. If nothing else, it would wake her up nicely. A pigeon f