Death came to tea

Death came to tea last night. As he put the mug of coffee to his lips, I remembered I hadn’t rinsed out the mug since I used it earlier on in the day and I’d had a rotten cold. I was too embarrassed to mention anything so I offered him a biscuit and hoped for the best.

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