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February 21, 2008 at 8:46 am
#740
Becky huddled behind a bush, shivering, and trying desperately to pull down the ridiculously short dress she was wearing.
I can’t believe I came out wearing my honeymoon outfit, she grumbled crossly. No wonder that Gondola man kept sniggering and pulling his sweater down to his knees. PFFFT! The only nasty habit around here is not looking in the f’kin’ mirror before I leave the house.
Becky tried to phone Al again, and then events took a turn for the worse. Her phone battery was dead.