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Good enough for me

Story by gd-er

One Mardi Gras, a bunch of us college kids headed down to Erath, Louisiana, to stay at our friend’s grandmother’s camp. Most of us weren’t picky about beer, but a few in the group were amateur beer connoisseurs. One of them opened the stocked refrigerator and studied the blue, red, and white boxes. “You know,”…

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