We live in a small housing development. Its single street ends in a cul de sac. Our house is at the far end. With mild temperatures late yesterday afternoon, our neighbors set up a spontaneous, well-spaced happy hour in the circle with the beverages of your choice. My next door neighbor is a lawyer, too, and so has a way with words. I do not know if he was drinking this for the irony or because he likes it.
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