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Hardboiled Coffee Waiting

He roamed around the apartment after breakfast. He hadn’t eaten heavily because he was afraid it wouldn’t stay down. He drank a small glass of orange juice and a cup of hot coffee. He washed the glass, the cup, and the saucer, and then began waiting for Babs to return.

(cf. McBain, Ed. So Nude, So Dead.)

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