[ He isn't quite brave enough to taste test yet, pouring it slowly down the drain. The glass is rinsed, then refilled with water and put through the same routine. No visible contaminants, no off smell. This he is willing to test, one small sip, rolled over his tongue before joining the milk down the drain. He'll try swallowing in a few minutes, he decides, if he doesn't notice any peculiar feeling between now and then.
He stills when she mentions a baby. Not hers, a mother wouldn't say took care of, but a baby. He wants to ask if she plays the guitar in the next room, but the notion of an infant is difficult to get past so quickly. ]
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He stills when she mentions a baby. Not hers, a mother wouldn't say took care of, but a baby. He wants to ask if she plays the guitar in the next room, but the notion of an infant is difficult to get past so quickly. ]
'Had'. What happened after the prison?