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Each sip of her mojito flooded her with memories of a rose garden and her grandmother's old hands, skin like wrinkled paper, proffering green leaves to a skeptical little girl. Closing her eyes she could remember chewing slowly, the cool menthol feeling and slightly bitter taste filling her mouth. Even now, 20 years later, fresh mint could inspire that bittersweet nostalgia.
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