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Sazerac

June 4, 2010

Heavy-mooded, he was as stompy and slow as a New Orleans funeral march.

Sazerac? she asked, because she didn’t know any other solution to the problem.

He nodded, and she muddled an extra sugar cube in with the rye, hoping to impart a little extra sweetness.

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