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... ile, navigating through the crowd toward the refreshment area. The massive crystal punchbowl sat like some ancient artifact on a pedestal of black marble, filled with a bubbling, glittering concoction that was the most hideous shade of pink I had ever seen. It looked like someone liquefied a unicorn and added sparkles.
Who decided on bubblegum pink with actual fucking glitter in it? Was this a high-society gala or a twelve-year-old’s birthday party?
I ladled some of the atrocity ...
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