A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Glad she is home safe. She'll get over it, and won't make that mistake again.
She really didn't make a mistake. She just didn't take her phone. I have to say I would do it all over again given the situation. From now on she is going to have to make sure I have the phone number for who ever is giving her a ride.
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