as she pushed me out and slammed the door so I unobserved and Crepe-faced blew Bazooka bubbles as I left for a brief escape down the street to see my friend Susan marked time talking Tiger Beat and 16 returned 30 minutes later to find them all at table tumblers in place settled into shades of Shell and Salmon. I settled for fleeting peace stood the storm of discontent until I could confess sheltered intimacies to my journal once more in you, my pink Veiled Rose room.
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