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Although I have given those up since moving to California (it's an awfully long drive to J.House from Oakland...), I have to admit missing those crack-like vials of goodness. Ah, the depth charge. Ah, the Gothic. And, of course, they're way more fun to drink when sharing the vehicle with my two favorite carpoolers.
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