I am very, very thirsty, but too caught up in my reading to go downstairs & find something to drink. I had a bottle of water, but I poured the last of it into Henry’s pot. Only, first, I waited for it to warm up a bit, all the while lamenting my thirst, because I didn't want to chill Henry's roots with refrigerated water.
Oh, the sacrifices I
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