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I tip my head back and let the last drops of Cab drip from my plastic wine glass onto my tongue. The wine burns my throat deliciously as I sink my shoulders below the hot water.
It’s Friday night and officially day 12 of the self-quarantine. I’m trying to ignore the fact that this is my fifth night in a row drinking a glass or two… or three.
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