[He had only gotten the first word of his next thought written by the time she came to deliver the coffee. Jude glanced up at Holly briefly, then back down to the page. His notes had become progressively sloppier and sloppier, but even the first few lines were hardy readable. As he quickly scrawled each word across the page, his handwriting became little more than scribbles. When finished, Jude nodded to her and reached out to take up the mug.]
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Thanks, Holly.