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[Beverly joins him in adding creamer and sugar to her coffee as well. She doesn't have as much of a sweet tooth as Deanna, mind, and she can take black coffee when necessary, but she prefers it a bit milder. As she stirs her coffee, she can feel Jim's eyes on her. No doubt now that he's sitting right next to her, he can see the lines in her face more clearly, though her hair remains remarkably free of grays, for now.]

There was a war.

[She sighs and puts down her cup.]

I don't know how much I should tell you but seeing as I'm not going back...