Sandra stood at the bar with a glass of pineapple juice balanced gingerly between her slender fingers. The ice cubes the man at the bar had generously scooped into her glass floated blissfully at the top as steadily they worked on her drink making it insipid to the taste.
How such tiny cubes could on contact with her pleasant looking, sweet tasting drink merge to work on each other in perfect harmony greatly amused her. She stared intently into her drink as the funny thoughts chased each other. So intent was she on examining her drink in amazement that a polite cough at her right side startled her and she was compelled to become aware of her surroundings.
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