Prince Edward roused sometime early evening Saturday. His tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth and his eyes could barely open.
Was he sick?
He never got sick!
Oh.
Priest got him drunk and he... "OH! I kissed the girls!"
He groaned and wondered where his clothes were. Peering carefully (hello headachy) over the side of his bed, his princely garments
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With a note that said:
Edward,
Hope you're still up for ice cream later! Give me a call if you aren't. I'll be by around 7 if I don't hear from you.
Dinah
Hopefully he'd find that before the evening.
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