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A pout into the bottle. Fizzy water, it could be vodka. Something more toxic. It ought to be. If it were possible to coax a genie out of hiding, some kind of magic salesman who can tear off blinders from somebody who blinks sweet pretty Cow eyes all the time, impervious to their effect... Magic dazzle words like "Presto, Chango!" or "Kiss Me, You Fool-" Oh. Oh this is pathetic. Swirls the liquid, licks chops. Swigs again when the only phenomenon that actually is reveals the ever dry desert of a mouth. * Mmmm....Milk. based on photograph of Lex with blue bottle; Clark with wholesome dairy product. |