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  • noun Plural form of collins.

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Examples

  • Classics ruled, from martinis to Old-Fashioneds thanks, Don Draper, as did creative takes on collinses and fizzes.

    chicagotribune.com - News 2010

  • She’d told me one night, after a sprint of margaritas and a ten-mile run of vodka collinses, that she wore the chain to break up her symmetry, that before the adornment she could draw a line down her center and not tell her good half from her bad.

    Miracles, Inc. T.J. Forrester 2011

  • She’d told me one night, after a sprint of margaritas and a ten-mile run of vodka collinses, that she wore the chain to break up her symmetry, that before the adornment she could draw a line down her center and not tell her good half from her bad.

    Miracles, Inc. T.J. Forrester 2011

  • I drove to the poolroom on Main Street, sat in the coolness of the bar under the wood-bladed fans, and drank three vodka collinses until I felt the rawness of yesterday’s whiskey go out of my chest and the tuning fork stop trembling inside me.

    Heaven’s Prisoners James Lee Burke 1988

  • I drove to the poolroom on Main Street, sat in the coolness of the bar under the wood-bladed fans, and drank three vodka collinses until I felt the rawness of yesterday’s whiskey go out of my chest and the tuning fork stop trembling inside me.

    Heaven’s Prisoners James Lee Burke 1988

  • I drove to the poolroom on Main Street, sat in the coolness of the bar under the wood-bladed fans, and drank three vodka collinses until I felt the rawness of yesterday’s whiskey go out of my chest and the tuning fork stop trembling inside me.

    Heaven’s Prisoners James Lee Burke 1988

  • I drove to the poolroom on Main Street, sat in the coolness of the bar under the wood-bladed fans, and drank three vodka collinses until I felt the rawness of yesterday’s whiskey go out of my chest and the tuning fork stop trembling inside me.

    Heaven’s Prisoners James Lee Burke 1988

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