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After writing about it, I couldn't resist. I needed a gargantuan bowl of punch. I needed it now.
A group field trip to Death & Company was had. Luckily Phil was at the helm. A bowl of punch was ordered among friends. And then another. And then another.
And then no more, lest we end up on the floor.
I think that's why they call it "punch-drunk."
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