with the fact that Oklahoma has Happy Hour! (Puritanical MA did not.)
After a long day of wrangling eighth graders, I am in dire DIRE need of a cocktail. For half price! Yes, I am aware that it is only 3.35 in the afternoon. Today, I have endured relentless questions i.e. why aren't you married? how old are you? 17? 32? do you not have a boyfriend because you're so short? why are you so short? how come you're wearing such ugly shoes? why are you teaching us? don't you have a real job? you don't have a razr? and the like. The only answer is some girly martini-ish thing and the sweet, sweet oblivion that will follow.
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You don't have a Razr? C'mon, Blythe, get with the program. I'll make you such a deal.
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