(This message was edited by pita on 01-19-03 @ 10:57 am EST)
Pita started as the sudden gust of wind blew in. Did he imagine the sound of a woman's maniacal laughter in the mourful sound of the wind? Maybe his imagination was running away.
Then he watched, dumbfounded, as punch glasses began flying around.
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