He poured himself a small whiskey (gin was verboten, but his adventure had left him with a persistent small habit, more like a sweet tooth than an addiction) and addressed himself to the mail which Fred had brought from uptown.
(It's better to create than destroy what's unnecessary)
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Little, Big - pg. 437
Labels: John Crowley, Whiskey
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