Jesus Christ. [ To add another name to this list. He holds the side of his head, a little dazed, then backs up like Charles is planning to attack again. Some red blooms on the top of his cheek, but it isn't really so bad, not that he's used to being hit with instant coffee. ] Are you mad? God, this isn't rehab, is it? [ dear mom, he would have preferred palm springs. ]
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