Every day, with rare exception, I have a martini. The exception is when I have two. — my grandmother (from the archives, recorded circa 2003; knowing I recorded it, she has, on occasion, said, just before her daily martini, something to the effect of, “I don’t *really* want this martini, but I don’t want my granddaughter to think I’m a liar.”)
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