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Gin and Letting Go

My dad drank Bombay.  Bombay gin on the rocks. “Not Sapphire”, which he thought was too strong and ruined the flavor, and repeated emphatically.  He drank it twice a year, maybe thrice. His birthday on the 19th of February, and Christmas. Very … Continue reading

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