After she'd given Topher a good piece of her mind, it belatedly occurred to Quinn the actual culprit's number was still stored in her phone. She pressed redial.
"Yeah, hi, it's the girl you drunk-dialed to rant about roast geese. Did Topher put you up to this? Don't you guys have lives? Find something better to do, for pete's sake. Bye."
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Date: 2011-12-04 12:20 am (UTC)"Yeah, hi, it's the girl you drunk-dialed to rant about roast geese. Did Topher put you up to this? Don't you guys have lives? Find something better to do, for pete's sake. Bye."