It was a relief when the drip stopped and Sherri could jump up and grab the pot of coffee, serving them both. Talking about the strangeness of the building with someone who hadn't experienced it... it was so awkward. She didn't know how those who issued all the warnings could bring themselves to do it. "Here, how do you take yours?" Playing hostess was a familiar, comfortable task.
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