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B is for The Hand of Gordon

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Gordon dipped his finger in the solution, lifted it to his lips and as his eyes brightened, he called the mix… “human”. Gin makes one nostalgic and eventually depresses; scotch makes one happy; rum often sickens to the soul and wine… wine’s spirit makes one introspective, philosophical and passionate. Happiness, sadness, introspection, passion, depression and philosophical intent: human. He chuckled as he poured all of them into the bowl and stirred. Human tasted… well, it needed a little more wine. Wine is always good. And now that Gordon had mixed human all fine and dandy, there grew a new problem. “I can’t be expected to drink this all by myself.” He chuckled. He thumbed through his contact book.

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