I'm not partial to Martini's, but I'm also not partial to flying, or spending the holidays with my mother. The waitress eyes me as she hands me my second Martini (do Appletinis even count?). It's five a.m. she says, as if I'm not aware that I had to drag myself to the airport at such an unglody hour. Yes, it is. Can I have my drink please? I'm a
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