Sunday, October 9, 2011

She was STILL wearing the green dress....

The green dress from....uhhh....LAST NIGHT ??
Wait !!!
How had this happened ?
She could barely remember her name !
Let alone, last night !
I mean...
What ??
A BLACKOUT ??
She didn't even DRINK !
EVER...
And after a FAST DAY ??
What ??!
The dress was stained with what appeared to be red wine...
Damn it....Where had she been last night ?
The shul....the break-fast .....
and then WHAT ?
This was disconcerting, to say the least....
She put her hand into the pocket of the dress....
and she felt a folded paper of  some sort...
It was a note...
It read, "I Can't Wait!"
????

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