#29 Be an Angel

“Be an angel and make me a coffee, two sugars,” he says. ‘My pleasure’ I reply, boiling inside but rise to go and make it. The dose is tiny, but over time it accumulates; always fatally and mostly undetectably. “Here you go, just how you like it,” I say, placing the cup on his desk and my smile is not entirely forced.

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