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LCM wrote:
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> catsuit, huge moviestar sunglasses, six inch platform shoes, towering
> afro wig, cocktail in one hand, glamorous du Maurier wafting in the
> other>
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> LCM: (patting wig) Hello darlings - I came as soon as I heard.
> (glancing at Jflexer) Sweetie - a little bird told me you were
> likening me to a demented drag queen who robbed old ladies and left
> one of her tits behind as evidence.
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> Well it's an absolute scandal, darlings - I waltz off for mere moments
> and suddenly I'm an object of speculation.
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> Or, as a less kind person than myself might hazard, GOSSIP.
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> Take that!
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> BITCH!
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> Oh darling - it's true - they've turned on me just like said.
> quietly, dabs nose>
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> HONK!!!
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> So anyhoo, darlings, whilst Jflexer screams and such, who wants to buy
> me a smart cocktail? Hmmm? I'm just about dust with the dehydrations,
> so let's make it a pitcher - I'll be in my corner booth, sweeties -
> hurry now, happy hours fly!
Oh how I've missed you LCM!
I'll be happy to buy you a pitcher... or two... or ten!
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