It was fat lady. Oliv found that out a few minutes later. An ugly baby singing had nothing to do with the show being over. Oliv hopped in her mint condition, 1995 Mazda Miata and sped out of the neighborhood, which apparently raised the suspicion - or at least the ire - of a policeman. Flashing lights are really only good at dance parties. Oliv could feel a tension headache forming. She needed another Diet Coke, and it didn’t help that when her car rolled to a stop she was only half a block away from a McDonald’s. The golden arches were visible but completely out of reach. She really needed that Diet Coke. Oliv lifted her arm and looked at the rubber band on her wrist. Twang.
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