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To Notice The Spiked Punch
Oh, God! My head hurts!
Trust me, Laraine. My head hurts worse.
What were we thinking, Brandon?
Had too much fun at Susan's party.
To notice the spiked punch. Right?
Trust me, Laraine. My head hurts worse.
What were we thinking, Brandon?
Had too much fun at Susan's party.
To notice the spiked punch. Right?
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Author's Note
This one awesoku poem is about a conversation between two friends who woke up hungover as a result of going to a social gathering on the night before.
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