“You know why this absinthe is white?” Katie asks in the liquor store as she takes the bottle out of my hands. “The color... is absinthe!” (she pronounces it like “absent.”)
“I can see why you took the bottle from me,” I reply, taking it back from her after I’ve recovered.
“It’s because if you’d been holding it you would have dropped it in admiration,” she says, looking very pleased with herself.
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