"Martin and martini," Mrs. Krueger said again. "I wish I could think like that but I just don't have a creative bone in my body. Now, Nancy." She turned to me again. "You're lucky. You're creative."
"I am lucky," I agreed, spritzing the countertop with 409.
--A Broom of One's Own by Nancy Peacock (pg 43)
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