In Exile

Rum and coke, everyone knows that’s my drink. It’s usually just coke, with three cubes of ice, and on the rare occasion that rum finds its way in, I nurse it till I can replace it. When asked, I tell them my system can handle only rum these days. It’s the one advantage of not being 20 anymore – people aren’t as suspicious when you make excuses.

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