Category: alcoholic
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Ah… Sangria
It’s Saturday. I sip ice-cold sangria, and outside it’s hot, hot, hot. The heat is so unusual, that the streets of Park Slope and Carroll Gardens in Brooklyn are blissfully empty. A few passerbys, perilously close to the melting point, saunter on the shady side of the street, looking lost. I wish I could take…
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