Menelien's eyes started to glaze over, as she sat in the corner, consuming some vodka, a slightly sipped glass of beer on the table in front of her. She had a vague feeling that she shouldn't be drinking so much, but there was nothing else to do, and she could bother about the hangover later... remembering about the hangover, she began to fervently (and rather suddenly) hope that soon somebody would come over to take away her drinks, as she kept on sipping.
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"Glue... very powerful stuff."
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