... And Alcohol Comes To Alcoholics.
A friend/former colleague/object of lust moved overseas last week, and in packing up all her worldy possessions told me thus: "I have some leftover alcohol and for some reason I thought of you." I'm not sure what she meant by that, but hey, I'll take what I can get.
The Absinth & Cointreau have yet to be opened, the other two are half-full. Unfortunately I can't drink Black Sambuca due to a late-90s incident, however I'm sure it won't go to waste given my circle of acquaintences.
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