Originally posted by bookworm 1
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I might have been drunk, but my brain floated a response to the surface of my frothy brain ocean. I flashed my card and slurred "Ssssokay. I got a lice-sense."
The groundskeeper squinted and grunted something and faded into the darkness. Was he even there? My wife said he wasn't. She said I fell asleep, drunk, watching The Simpsons, mumbling about my "lice-sense to dance."
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