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A quick detour to the store for several bottles of various alcoholic drinks, and they arrived at Tacita’s apartment. He plopped the grocery bags on the dining table and drew out a rotgut formula that featured tequila and vodka.
“Should we start with a hangover, or end with one?” he asked his daughter as she plopped herself in the spare chair.
“Start,” she replied.
Tacita grinned and drew out another bottle of the drink. He fetched a few glasses from the cupboard and walked over to the living room where he put the drinks and glasses on the coffee table.
He knelt in front of the table and popped open the bottles. “Remember when you had your first glass of wine?”
Nena shuddered. “Yeah, it was corked.”
“And your first rum?”
“The cheapest in the store.”
“And your first beer.”
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