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"Will that be with or without the milk-mixture."

"With."

Jason left the drugstore with a smile on his face.

He was amazed at the thinness of the walls in his building; that he could hear the reverberations of Jessica's moan from the bottom flight of stairs was a testament to the authentic shabbiness of his tenement cum hipster refuge.

Thus, when Jason reached his apartment door, he was unfazed by, and actually delighted to be able to locate, for the first time, the sounds of the teenage scampers- those infernal vibrations which had induced in him the greatest of anxiety on previous approaches, as emanating from within his own home. He laughed to himself, "How could I have ever fancied Ms. Machuaua?"

In an effort to extend the last trace of energy that he expended while eating, Jason stood and stretched his back. Yes, now the kitchen was indeed a mess. His stomach groaned. Overcome with the desire for something sweet, he thought to himself
"How can I still be hungry?

Jason sat down and spent the next five minutes debating whether to poor himself a shot of bourbon, or to prepare a peanut butter and honey sandwich.