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'Your coffee, milady.' Dudley bows deeply. His left hand, holding the mug, hovers close to the floor. Coffee slops onto the white carpet.

'Christ, Dudley, when are you going to grow up? You get more like your father every day.'

After a pause...

'Put a CD on darling--something ambient--to calm you down.' 

 

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