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... like liquid topaz lay half-emptied where the ditch met the road. Its treasure trickled out before his eyes, and he rushed to pick it up. The label read "Jose Cuervo." Tequila.
Could this have been Mrs. Weatherholt's gift to the mailman? If so, here it was, offered up to Leo, a talisman, right beside the invitation. He had never been offered liquor before. His kind did not drink, and he had ...
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