He was standing in front of the window again in his boxer briefs, same as every evening, a glass of amber colored liquid in hand. Was it whiskey? Rum? Scotch? Bourbon? Maybe Cognac? He looked like a Cognac man, she decided. She was unaware of when this 'standing in the window in his boxer shorts' had become a thing. Or, more accurately, she could not remember the exact timing, she had
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