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“Really, there can’t be that many places that deliver french food around here… Are they all coming from the same location?”
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“Ugh, it even looks so greasy… I can’t eat any of this… Baaya!”
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“…more? But why? How?”
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“Duck a l’orange? Why would anyone have this delivered here?”
The morning after you wake up groggy, somehow you have made it to your bed. Perhaps someone worried about your well-being has helped you there. As you sit up your head aches something fierce and it takes any strength you have to keep from falling over while stumbling clumsily onto your feet. What happen last night? You don’t remember much so you give up on trying and head to the bathroom for some aspirin. The minute you see yourself in the mirror you notice your sporting a purple wig…
“What… in the world happened last night?”