Pretending what? I'm not pretending anything. I was right about the French press not making enough coffee at a time to satisfy this many people. A hand touched my shoulder, and I jumped. Richard found his voice.
I reached out to Jean-Claude. I fought the urge to squirm or shuffle my feet. The man would live. It's our hungers in you.
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