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“See? What did I tell you.” Brad waved his arm dramatically in the direction of the chandelier.
“You’re right.” Katie’s mouth hung open aghast. “It must rate a nine-point-five on the Richter scale of bad taste. And whoever thought that god-awful purple light added anything to the room?”
“Yeah,” added Brad. “That lampshade is strictly 1970s puke terrible.”
“You’re sure they’re not coming back tonight.” She looked at him, suddenly serious.
“Off on a Bahama cruise for the next week. No pets. No house sitters.”
Katie opened her gas can and started splashing the contents around. “Let’s torch this place.”
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