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Thursday, July 1, 2010
Party
I walked in. I knew the party had been dragging on for a few hours because the bubbly auburn-haired employee greeted us with a week smile and offered us some cake, and as she sliced my cake she lifted one high-heeled foot off the ground to give it a rest. I walked through the store to the drinks and picked up the bottle of lemonade. The ice underneath it had melted and was now a luke- warm water.
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