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"Please tell us that's the last you saw of him!" Linda spit out between laughing fits.
"You didn't really go to his trailer, did you?" Bonnie asked with a worried sound in her voice.
"Ginger, you really need professional help. Don't be afraid to ask for it!" Gail practically screamed into the phone.
"You guys need to quiet down and listen to the rest of my story. It only gets better!"
"Hang on, some of us need to take a bathroom break and get another drink before you tell any more." Said a voice that I didn't even recognize.
"OK, go ahead. I'll wait." I laughed.
"Ginger, listen, it's Gail again. I've made a couple of calls and there is a very nice private hospital you can go to up there. No one but the two of us will ever know. Everyone else will think you're still out chasing this stupid loser you've found." Gail stage whispered into the phone.
"Gail, I think you're the one that needs help. Have you forgotten that you're standing in the middle of a crowded bar talking to me on speaker phone?" It was all so funny at this point that I couldn't even be mad at her.
"Darn! No, I didn't forget. I was just hoping that you had." Gail passed the phone off to someone else.
"Hey, Ginger! It's me Grace. Can you hear me?"
"Yes, I can and I think that everyone else in North Carolina can too."
"You should be here! Why aren't you here? I've got a new boy toy that I want you to meet." Grace yelled happily.
"Grace, are you drunk?"
"Yes I am! Thanks for asking!"
"Are you guys ready for the rest of my story now?"
"Sure, go ahead. We can catch everyone else up later."
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