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"Got rid of?" Judas suppressed a groan. He hoped she'd just put it in the trash rather than tipping it down the drain. It could be rescued from the bin. "I paid for some of that, you know." He sat down on a kitchen chair to wait for the coffee, looking around. The place did look a heck of a lot cleaner, that was for sure. "I don't really need booze for sin, anger and self-pity, but it sure helps..." he muttered, wondering how she'd take his hilarious quips today.