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"Here, drink this," Mr. Black said, pouring a
glass of golden liquid
from a crystal decanter and handing it over to me. "You look like you
could use it."
I took the glass and swallowed it in one gulp, realizing too late that
that wasn't the smartest thing to do. My throat constricted and I
almost couldn't breathe, and started to cough and thump my chest. Mr.
Black softly began to laugh.
"Little sips, that's the key."
"Thanks," I coughed, when the constricted feeling subsided. "Next time,
tell someone that up front."
He inclined his head to me and sat down.
"I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions; I had not seen that the guest
started all of this," he apologized, "I thought you were a hustler, a
small pest in this town, and drew my conclusions from that."
"It's okay now, right? I'm not going to be arrested?" I asked, still a
bit unsure.
"No, you won't."
I sighed relieved and rose from the chair.
"Thank you. And I'm sorry to have caused so much trouble. I'll leave now
and won't ever come back, I promise."
"Where will you go, JJ, with no money? You won't get very far. I
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