The huge, newly remodeled brick house was crammed full of people reeking of beer, vodka, and tequila. “Better,” said Ann Veronica, with an unreal alacrity. The sing-song girl rose and meekly pattered out of the office into the night. Jolly nose! there are fools who say drink hurts the sight; Such dullards know nothing about it. “Gross. You must forgive the poet’s license I take. I’ve never seen her quite so sure of herself.
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