Perhaps it’s the scientist in me, or maybe it’s the fact that I work with people who speak English as a second language, but this phrase is annoying and demonstrates how lazy we have become with communication.
“I don’t know how you drink that stuff,” his companion replied, his own cup releasing the gentle steam of his drink of choice, a recently-topped off black coffee. “Smells like a funeral home, even from here.”
Wherein the author struggles with purpose and writing. Rabbit holes are approached, but (hopefully) avoided.
My tech evidently knows better.
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