Thief of TIme - Medicine

When Igor returned to the workshop Jeremy was carefully pouring the blue medicine into a spoon. When the spoon was exactly full, he tipped it into the sink.

“They check, you know,” he said. “They think I don’t notice.”

“I’m thure they mean well, thur.”

“I’m afraid I can’t think so well when I take the medicine,” he said. “In fact I think I’m getting on a lot better without it, don’t you? It slows me down.”

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The Thief of Time - p97