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One day as he passed the open door of a bar, the strong odor aroused his old appetite for liquor. Just then he saw this sign in the window of a nearby cafe: “All the buttermilk you can drink—twenty-five cents!” Dashing inside, he opened his mouth and ordered, “Fill ’er up!” He drank one glass of buttermilk after another. After finishing the sixth, he walked past the bar and was no longer tempted. He was so full of buttermilk that he wasn’t thirsty for anything else!
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