I don't know how she spells it, but I like it. She said her heart would have hurt if she let me leave after serving me a mixed drink devoid of one of its essential ingredients (and it wasn't the booze). I never would have known if she hadn't said anything. A Gin Tea minus the tea. It was my second. The gin was there alright and it remedied my apparent vitamin deficiency. She made me another - on the house. She's a Cancer, you see. Integrity, baby, born straight into her. There's hope for us after all, and there's an imaginary Wednesday evening port-of-call in the world for me.
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