Antien was pleased with her station. She was drinking her fourth glass or cherry wine, but she still wasn't drunk. Mind you, she hadn't drunk more than 1 glass per hour, and she had never, ever been drunk in her life. No-one else was there to share her wine, though, because the sign still hung. No-body had asked her to dance. She was so bored. So she rigged the discoball to play disco music in eight minutes.
'now, who to tell..." she thought, and wandered off, muttering.
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and is crazy a bad thing to you¿
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