When I was ready, I poured myself a glass of white wine from a bottle I’d put in the fridge. I had been careful with alcohol while I was living in Hana’s house: I was afraid of getting drunk by myself every night. But this evening the first sips were delicious—a high green note like a bell at the front of my mind.
Tessa Hadley, “Experience”

(Source: newyorker.com)

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