Tommy entered, and glanced around the room.
The residents showed all the telltale signs; uncomfortable
fidgeting, inability to concentrate, and generally, a sickly look.
He’d seen it all before, of course.
“Cold turkey.” he stated.
It wasn’t a question.
“Give over!” moaned Cheryl. “I’m still full from my
Christmas Pudding!”
Cold Turkey part 1, in case you are curious.
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