Dear future hubster,
when you notice that I have been drinking from your wine glass - or from anybody else's, really -, because there is none left in mine, you may conclude that I'm no longer thirsty. This theory could be supported by the volume of my voice and the philosophical depth of my speech.
En tous cas, please make sure I take some painkillers before going to sleep. It'll bee beneficial for both of us.
And the greater good.
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