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January 31, 2008
Drunk Doesn't Even Begin to Cover It
What I am, is wasted.
Holy Jesus, Napoleon, what did you put in those martinis?
What a fabulous evening. Thank you both. Until tomorrow, when I suspect I will wish I was dead.
Love,
Sally
Posted by sally at January 31, 2008 11:19 PM
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