She never had been the type to enjoy tea, no matter the amount of milk or sugar mixed in with it, it still held a bad taste on her tongue. Everything seemed to taste a lot different since Misandra fixed her up after mutilating her to the brink of death, but Letta could feel strength and raw...
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