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"Sediment, necrosis, and naivete," she expounds while gently swirling her onyx drink aloft. "Three of many unwanted, often unknown, elements we all have inside of us in varying degrees." Dark legs of the thick liquid trail down the inside of the glass. She studies it intently before suddenly tossing the sweetly rotten smelling brew into her aged throat. "Today, I realized I no longer care about any of it."