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Suddenly, the kitchen door burst open. In a fury, Ruth stormed towards the liquor cabinet which had but two bottles of liquor - an unopened Jim Beam and a half-empty vodka. Fisting each in her hot hands, she hurtled through the toys on the floor and disrupted the chairs on the way to the sink. "Enough! Enough!" she whispered through clenched teeth. She tilted the bottles upside down and shook the drink out violently in desperate hopes to empty it faster. The rancid smell of alcohol stung her eyes and nose, but she did not stop until every drop had been wasted.