At the moment, I'm sipping a beer. I hate beer. This may or may not have to do with the fact that I am forever bound to girlie drinks in a fairly religious way: fruitiness is next to godliness. Maybe the beer just goes along with the early part of the week's yard-party weather. Maybe I'm drinking it because it was a birthday present from my parents. Turning 21 makes you do strange things.
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