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"Alright then, after you're done with your grocery run, try to get some shut-eye early, will you? And if anything's up, give me a ring - don't worry about being a bother, got it?" "Mmhmm." "Good, I'm off to bed! Just so you know, I've got my ringer on for your calls only, so don't hesitate to reach out if you miss me!" "Got it! Sleep tight, mama-to-be. You're the one who really needs to take care." Dorothy, despite her lecture, felt a warm glow in her heart.

To have someone like Karen in her life, a friend who was like a ray of sunshine, was a stroke of luck amid life's mishaps.

Karen and Everett were both beacons of light for her.

After hanging up the phone, Dorothy was almost done with her liquor shopping and making her way to the checkout line to pay. But when it was her turn, the cashier suddenly said just as she started placing bottles on the counter, "I'm sorry, miss, but we've got a limit on beer purchases now - two bottles per person." "What?" Dorothy's surprise was genuine; after all, there wasn't any prohibition going on in her state. Since when were there limits on beer? "We just got the notice ourselves that you can only take two," the cashier said apologetically with a smile, "So..." "Alright then, two it is." Dorothy was puzzled, but rules were rules, and there was no point in giving the cashier a hard time.

Besides, there was still whiskey, which was as good as any. A bit harsher on the palate, sure, but nothing a splash of juice or soda couldn't smooth out.

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