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    Milk

    Eunice sniffed the milk carton left on the counter and wrinkled her nose, swallowing hard against her rising gorge.

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    Doug Langille

    Doug Langille

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    Milk

    Eunice sniffed the milk carton left on the counter and wrinkled her nose, swallowing hard against her rising gorge.

    Photo by alisdair

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    Tags: grounded, solitude, wit

    Published: June 25, 2014

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