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Rooibos

When Jim Bob saw the smoke coming from the hood, he slammed on the brakes and swerved to the shoulder of the red dirt road; he jumped out of his car – his mullet billowing from the action – and cursed the ten year-old jalopy. Then, incongruously, he longed to be in the arms of his mistress, sipping rooibos tea and looking out over the Seine from her apartment window.

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