39. grains of sugar lining a spoon

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It was, of course, Askew, who had made the suggestion (demand).  My frustrations and lack of freedom grated on my being, such that I wanted to hurl objects across the room.  As I sat through another interminable tea service, worrying about the Secret Society, the mystery Empress and where we would find Excalibur, I took a deep and began counting the grains of sugar on my spoon, adding a 'hmm' and 'no really' now and then.

If only Helena were here.  I knew her lack of a title raised eyebrows, but there was something so wholesome and genuine about her.

AB: Quite the sentence, that one.



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