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'"I will not drink ZCD's," I recited to myself, as I banged my head against the floor a couple of times, "I will not drink ZCD's."
I slowly looked up again, saw it was Alice (of the nail polish poison) sitting there (complete with her chinchilla grinning at me from the foot of her chair), and shuttered as she quietly said, "Tick - Tock, Tick - Tock."
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