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Tenderness
It's Sunday morning.
Les couldn't take it anymore, so she left and went to the gym. Rattled.
RZ is on the piano, singing. I'm on the Folgers coffee can with a tablespoon, rythym.
She's wailing "Nic Nac Paddywack" at full volume, while I'm playing the "drum" like Trent Reznor would play a machine gun. Dissonant.
She's in her pajamas. I'm in a green beauty mask.
It truly is a Hallmark moment, for the criminally insane.
12/19/2004 11:41:58 AM
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