When in the midst of a fantastically warm and wonderful day, I might think it's funny when I realize that I mistook the cup that B and M were sharing for the cup K and I were sharing. Ha ha, everyone's been thinking that was their cup.
When M wakes up at eleven with a violent stomach flu, it's not quite so funny. More like a sinking, sinking feeling that just twelve hours earlier, we were all drinking from that mouth.
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