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- The clock ticks. A bit of sun reflects idly through the window and bounces around the floor. Camelion pours out his second cup of tea of the day.
- "Hi!" says the freshly-poured tea. "I'm new."
- "Hey there," says the dregs of the previous cup. "What's your name?"
- Camelion picks up the new cup and sips at it. It's shocked and confused.
- "I'm shocked and confused," it admits.
- "A bit of a mouthful, isn't it? Can I just call you newbie?"
- The newbie shrugs in a liquid, tea-like way.
- "This is the table," says the dregs. "The hand of the gods made it, as they made you and me, and even now it holds you with its very fingers."
- "The gods are drinking me," the newbie observes. Camelion blows a little on it to cool it down, humming to himself.
- "It's the way of things," the dregs explain. "If we did not lose ourselves and die, we would become too numerous and fill the table."
- "Isn't it lonely, though?" asks the newbie.
- Camelion puts down the full teacup, picks up the other one and pours it down the sink. A fading echo bubbles through the pipes.
- "I barely knew you, and now you're gone," the newbie mourns.
- A few minutes pass in silence, except for the sound of slow sipping.
- Camelion pours out his third cup of tea for the day.
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