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A Picture Puzzler

A friend sent me another picture from the wrap party.

As I looked at it, and recalled the good times, I was struck by something really unusual. See if you can spot it:



I'll give you all some time to guess...

Comments

Zen Faulkes said…
It's four different cases of "odd one out."

3 out of 4 are Caucasian. Odd one out: Far left.

3 out of 4 wearing black. Odd one out: Near left.

3 out of 4 have their glasses raised. Odd one out: Near right.

3 out of 4 are brunettes. Odd one out: Far right.
Anonymous said…
you are holding what appears to be a beer?
Debra said…
Anonymous is correct ... although Zen gets bonus points for discovering answers the quizzer hadn't thought of.
Anonymous said…
i didn't mean to be anonymous! just forgot to add my name. and it is....jill.

sis, with a beer? now i have proof.
Debra said…
It was a Molson Canadian. Which was kind of an inside joke that I had to go for.

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