Double negative, double entendre double trouble. Straight as raven fly oh spewer forth of eye lay wait. Curl. Ready. Zing. Ready old sluggish gray, what’s the matter? No word here, when she need to. Think. Where do they go. Queen bee of all harbor arrow pierce. Maybe sweet come uppin maybe?
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She leaned over her fake eyes, knees, remember please do her close face disbelieve, a
movie, no one else. Important. Look. Sad not even though he was sick. Tis true. A year
supply of popcorn for this one or two. Depend.
The pot bellied lady pointed, laughed at the tongue wagging nut. She did her usual shuffle ball heel with looks could kill. Exuberance sway backed lady, act your age. Rolling eyeballs at the beach, in the gallery, at the top of the stairs. He stared in disbelief, trying to read lips. These lips ain’t talkin’. Loud.