“Pass me the cup, Monty.”
“Yeah, right, okay, here you go.”
“Black, right, one sugar?” Eddie eyed the cup in Monty’s hand.
“Yeah, Eddie, sure.”
“I’m only asking cause last time you got it wrong, and I ended up with so much sugar in my coffee you could stand a spoon up in it.”
“Whoa, dude, exaggeration there. It was only three
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