And she wakes up, bleary over the light going on; I say, I'm looking for your purse. She says, just have her throw the bottle down. I say, what? She wakes up a bit more, asks what I'm looking for. Bus tickets, I say. They're in my purse, she mumbles. Yes, hence the looking for it.By the time I walk out to put the second phone back in its
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