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So anyway, Doris, or Mabel, or whoever, I've been drinking the Gin, which is to say I've had a little reunion tour with Mama Gin. Which is to say: more satisfying and smooth than any family reunion of recent memory, particularly as I've been indulging in Salinger's Franny and Zooey and therefore (indeed) feel rather erudite, unsettled, aroused, and otherwise inclined toward the late shift. |
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