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White cur­tains gen­tly flut­ter in the late after­noon sum­mer breeze in the room where your daugh­ter naps. Down­stairs you stare at the glass of whiskey, won­der­ing if you can hold off long enough before your hus­band comes back from work to stop you. Nat­ur­al. Sim­plic­i­ty. Puri­ty.

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