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Mark was well in his cups by the time he staggered home, hoping Elly had left the door unlocked, despite her threats. He breathed a sigh of relief as it swung open.
Blind drunk, he tripped over the rope he’d failed to notice, as a vase crashed onto his head.
Hope, vase, and rope come together in this drunken tale!
Ha! That one was funny! 🤣