Nonja
There are no 'lethal doses', only 'lifetime supplies'
𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚎, 𝙸 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚒𝚝. 𝙸 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠? 𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚖𝚎, 𝚒𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚒𝚝? 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐… 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚝? 𝚆𝚑𝚘’𝚜 𝚖𝚎?