Chapter 84 Eighty-four
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- I pick up the glass and take a tiny sip. The whiskey itself is acrid and dry, but overall, it isn't bad—not that I particularly know what I'd be looking for. But to get in on the joke, I make a big show of spluttering, wrinkling my nose in disgust as I slam the glass back on the table.
- "That's disgusting," I declare. "The worst whiskey I have ever tasted."