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Liquid SicknessSamuel Krukowski sat at the break room table, tapping his foot impatiently. It was lightly enough not to be seen by others, but just steady enough to be an involuntary annoyance when he realized he was doing it. He was alternating his glances between the clock on the cafeteria wall, and the latest volume of Emerging Infectious Diseases. The latter was slightly vibrating as he nervously shifted between pages.
Today was the day.
He just needed to get through the next ninety minutes, then it would be over; well, after the delivery of course. Samuel would finally be free of the blackmail that had been haunting him for the last two months.
The wondering of how she found out had decreased somewhat over the past few weeks; only because he now needed to focus his time on the
