It's too early for there to be any coffee. I stare dully at the empty pot in the common room, while Sam picks up a jar of instant grounds. "Don't," I warn him. He scoops up a heaping spoonful and, heedlessly, shovels it into his mouth. It crunches horribly. Then his eyes go wide. "Dry," he croaks. "Tongue...shriveling." I shake my head, picking up the jar. "It's dehydrated. You're supposed to add water. Good thing you're mostly made of water." He tries to say something. Brown powder dusts his shirt. "Also," I tell him, "that's decaf.
Holly BlackLike a stage magician, the con artist misdirects suspicion. While everyoneโs watching for him to pull a rabbit out of a hat, heโs actually sawing a girl in half. You think heโs doing one trick when heโs actually doing another. You think that Iโm dying, but Iโm laughing at you.
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