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[mollya]

When J dropped R off from her sleepover on Sunday morning, I made J read the label on the bottle of rose hip, mint and echinacea syrup that I got in the grocery store in Brighton Beach. I still can't figure out what would be the perfect thing to do with it. J grew up in the Soviet Union and sometimes I can get her talking about the food she ate as

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[_swallow]

I love these detective posts!

[mollya]

I think I need to make some of this stuff so I can figure out what the END of the story is.