I don’t like to drink beer quickly (unless it’s like a session beer on a hot day) but I also don’t like to drink beer that’s no longer cold.
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I don’t like to drink beer quickly (unless it’s like a session beer on a hot day) but I also don’t like to drink beer that’s no longer cold.