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Knickerless And Amnesiatic

Being well-connected and oblivious to causing annoyance, one can brighten just about anyone's day...

I embraced the text. I rushed over first thing and now stood on her front stoop, with finger on the bell.

Her singing was strong, said he. The bourbon, much stronger. They fell, my double decker bird-dogger observed, as she staggered from the bus.

Being a highly successful traveling knickers salesman, experience bespoke of the lady’s distress. A tidy sum's been made from the inebriated, hungover, and knickerless.

With briefcase in hand, samples inside, I witnessed the poor thing at the table clutch her head. I rang. She flipped off her microwave. Oddly, both simultaneously chimed, PING!

I rang again.

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