brewing coffee

“I know he’s with that bitch, Sherry.” Something told me she was right, but it didn’t matter. If Kevin wasn’t with Sherry, it only meant he was dogging some other girl. Picking one of his women for jealous rage would seriously miss the point. As far as I could tell, Kevin didn’t care about any of them. All he wanted to do was shoot and score. The smell of brewing coffee made me nauseous.

Lord Malinov, Journals of Lord Malinov

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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