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She wished it were evening now, wished for the great relief of the calendar inking itself out, of day done and night coming, of ice cubes knocking about in a glass beneath the whisky spilling in, that fine brown affirmation of need.
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Michelle Latiolais, Widow: Stories
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cocktail hour
coping
drinking your troubles away
happy hour
loss
lost love
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