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The pleasant flavor of tea filled his nostrils, when he twirled the tea bag in the hot water.
He poured a spoon of sugar and one of milk, as he’d always seen him doing, and stirred until the color looked nice.
He’d never made tea before, but he really hoped he got it right.
He got to the first floor in religious silence and carefully laid the mug in front of his closed door.
Dudley went to sleep with a smile on his lips, confident that the next morning his cousin would have enjoyed to find the tea already made.