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Nemesis
It's his nemesis. As he stares it down, Ed clenches his fists, grits his teeth, swallows hard, and it just sits there. Taunting him.
It's just so . . . opaque. White. Thick. Disgusting. Seriously, it comes out of cows; it couldn't get any less appetizing. It's some kind of conspiracy—he knows that calcium is good for the bones (and helps you grow), but to get calcium he has to drink . . . that. Who thought that system up, anyway? It has to be a conspiracy.
Ed takes a deep breath and reaches for the glass of milk.