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Doors / He made the ouzo himself, and each Friday evening, he would leave jugs of it outside his door for his neighbors to enjoy. Secretly, I suspected that this was the reason the paint on the bottom half of his door had faded; the stuff was more potent than turpentine. Yet he was inordinately proud of it, so I sipped it politely, and prayed my stomach lining would hold.
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