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Damn - I once read a proverb, of African origin I think, that had to do with the degrees of giving. Or in this case the degrees of receiving. Apologies if I mangle it completely, I haven't been able to find it via Google.
I was thirsty and you offered me water. It tasted like wine.
I was thirsty and I asked you for water. It tasted like milk.
I was thirsty and I begged you for water. It tasted of blood.
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