I'm in Erie right now, and my grandparents took me to a supermarket to pick up "whatever you want, sweetie; of all the grandchildren we got to spoil you the least," so I got some ginger beer and I'm staring at the bottle now. It's weak and sweet, almost kick-free. I wonder if it really is that way or I've made it that way from years of chewing on
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