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by Sarah McKinley Oakes
When I was sixteen, I was a little obsessed with the Rocky
Horror Picture show. One Saturday night my mother said I
couldn't go for the ridiculous reason that I'd already been
every Friday and Saturday night that year. So I put a
sleeping pill in her beer & snuck out once she was asleep.
At the time, this seemed like a completely reasonable thing
to do, although now I wonder. And anyway, I was caught. The
next day, my mother was pouring out the beer that she hadn't finished. And it was blue.
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