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"Most people haven't." Myers leaned against the far end of the desk, his back to the brain as he absently stared down the length of the room with his arms folded on his chest.
"How on Earth did you create these images?"
Laura looked away from the screen, briefly. "What do you mean?""
"How 'bout a cup of coffee?"
Laura glanced at the window shade Myers had drawn for her. "It's eighty degrees outside."
"Iced coffee, then."
"Two eggs, sunny side up, bacon burned. Oh, and more coffee, please."
Laura leaned against her side of the booth, and crinkled her nose as Myers lit another Marlboro with the one nearly expired. "You look pretty healthy for a guy who lives off meat and cigarettes."
Myers raised the last of his second cup, and made a toasting motion. "Don't forget the caffeine." He tipped his head back to drain the dregs. "It's a recent thing."
"Temporary?" she asked with a hopeful note.