"I don't like to drink the city water," said Aliss
"What, afraid of the fluoride?" Lem snickered.
"Well, part of it's the taste," said Aliss. "But you should see what comes out in my filters."
"That's probably the charcoal from the filter itself," Dave put in.
Aliss shook her head and unscrewed the white, plastic bulb from her faucet. She shook it. There was a thump and a scrabble of claws on metal before Aliss got the garbage disposal turned on. The squealing echoed as it faded down the drain.
The group was silent.
"I just drink soda," said Lem.
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