astringent and tonic

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Last night my roommate mixed me a vodka tonic (with non-diet tonic, no less) and I was astonished at how crisp and delicious it was. Sipping it out of a small juice jar did little to abate my somewhat inexplicable identification with Anne Sexton, something New England and WASPy about the drink, as though my hands could become elegant woman's hands, holding a cigarette between two tense fingers.

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Something about Thelonious Monk just makes my synapses fire and every atom sing.