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I am trying to remember how old I was when this happened. But I do remember I was in high school, my parents went away for the weekend and I was left alone. I had vodka with a dash of orange juice. By the end of the night, I was lying on the grass talking the mailbox (so I have been told). To this day, just the smell of orange juice makes me queazy. And lucky me, my son loves to drink it!
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"Toughness is in the soul and spirit, not in muscles." ~Alex Karras
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