Effie looked. Oh. That was a cartridge. It didn't look useful at all. It looked messy. She would have to wear gloves on any draft she was accidentally sent on. If it happened. Heavy, thick, protective gloves.
She grabbed a clean silk scarf from her duffle and wound it around her palm.
"You must always have a horrid aftertaste in your mouth."
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She grabbed a clean silk scarf from her duffle and wound it around her palm.
"You must always have a horrid aftertaste in your mouth."