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“You think you’re so funny.” Mary tossed another dress, hanger and all, from the closet onto the bed, this time narrowly missing Darla’s head. “Your sense of humour is going to get you knifed.”
With one quick, irritated motion, she swiped her hair back from her face. A certificate tucked away in a drawer had been stamped SANE -- the fifteenth one of its kind -- and that meant she was just fine to go along to whatever party Darla had planned for the evening.
It also meant there was a need for liquid courage; hence the tumbler of whiskey resting on the carpet by her foot.
“Pick something from here or go without, it’s not my fault you got caught in the rain.”














