[Diego is sitting calmly in the corner table near the window at Common Grounds, a classy little coffee house not far from the government offices where he works. There are seven empty cups of coffee on the table and one more full one in his hand
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Five minutes and I'll be there. I'll bring an ambulance.
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[She smiles briefly.]
Not that it's a particularly bad addiction. I'm just asking.
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Addicts are out of control with their behavior. I simply choose my rate of consumption.
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You've built a tolerance to it.
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There were a lot of dark nights made brighter by the warm embrace of Lady Java.
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Don't you sound like the romantic.
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[He rests his elbow on the car door, taking a deep breath.] I suppose this was an instance where my dormant powers weren't all that bad.
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[She smiles at him.]
Helpful too. Thank you.
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I could have had eye lasers, and they stick me with an iron stomach.
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[She glances over at him.]
...You would have wanted eye lasers?
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Ha...! Well now, if I was able to choose, I would have wanted something a little more exciting than hypermetabolism. What little boy sits in his room playing with action figures and imagining they can swallow a jug of drain cleaner in a single bound?
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[She shakes her head, pausing to turn a corner down the side street.]
It's useful, though, even if there are probably some things that will still get to you.
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It's tolerant of my medications so long as the dosage is precise. A little too much of this or that and it'll be a repeat of last year when it wiped out my pH prescription.
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I didn't mean your medications. [Though now she can worry some more, thanks.] I meant... You know, things like drugs or poisons being slipped into your system.
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