Catherine and Marta are drinking together after some boys threw a
Start: Catherine: Come in, come in! Join the festivities! Let our mirth be unparalleled! Some idiot in my high school class used to shout that at every party: let our mirth be unparalleled!
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End: Margaret: I can’t believe you’re sitting here talking about it like - like it was a nice spot for a Sunday picnic! We all know what happened over there! Catherine: I think you’d feel better if you had something to drink.
Citation: John Murrell,Waiting for the Parade, Talonbooks, 1980, pp. 51-59.
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