21 Aug 09
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Dear Doctor O'Shady,
She vehemently insisted on Santana's Samba pa' ti, though I
explained several times to the lovely petticoat, with the parsimonious
pace of a versed Oriental maharaja, that the masterpiece of Jalisco's
illustrious troubadour, nonetheless wondrous, increases its rhythm as
it advances and, mind you, I am bound to keep the pace of what I
listen to while abandoned to the delectable elixir of Eros.
She persisted. I flunked. My ego fractured . These hips crack more
often than they used to.
Truly yours,
Constance J. O'Scanlan
😉
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