The licorice tea might help me wash out the mouthbadgers...
Well, because you were out of commission this weekend, I dreamed of another dead guy: a codemaker in the Second World War, the brother of someone I was better friends with, fair-haired, with those little round glasses that look like silver coins in the wrong light. He wasn't dead when I met him, but he was very shortly going to be; a night raid over London, the usual. He wanted me to come and visit him, and I knew there wouldn't be anyone to visit by the time he could get the day off.
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Well, because you were out of commission this weekend, I dreamed of another dead guy: a codemaker in the Second World War, the brother of someone I was better friends with, fair-haired, with those little round glasses that look like silver coins in the wrong light. He wasn't dead when I met him, but he was very shortly going to be; a night raid over London, the usual. He wanted me to come and visit him, and I knew there wouldn't be anyone to visit by the time he could get the day off.