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Flaska av Glas
There used to be a crate of brown bottles under the kitchen sink, and every cap that popped off landed in the sink with a clink. Now everything comes in cans: the tab snaps off, you cut your lip, and the beer tastes of tin. He has asked in every shop and every bar, but the kid behind the counter just calls him grandpa and tells him they're gone. A swaying lament for anyone who still misses the smooth, cold neck of a glass bottle.
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- 03 Förråd 14