Party’s Over

Don’t you hate it when the party’s over, but the guests won’t leave?

Published by Titirangi Storyteller

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7 thoughts on “Party’s Over

    1. At least she is a close friend… I recall one party some years ago where I had to lure some drunk guy I didn’t even know outside to look at the garden or some such and then dashed back into the house, locking the door after me… It was a long time ago, when my parties were much wilder… stuck with me, though…

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  1. When we used to have parties (another lifetime ago), no one would ever leave. We always ended up with people on the couches and floor. Then we’d do breakfast, and they’d help clean up. Fine by me.

    I love the abstract technique, by the way.

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