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those who witnessed alacartoona's return to
bar natasha
will testify: her heart was a raging tempest of passion and her desire for release
quickly bypassed palpable into the realm of overt. she burned from the first strains of
willkommen until the triumphant stomp that was the final chord of (today, my dear)
i'm yours. "what," the strident whispers queried, "has gotten into her?"
two days of staring into the soulless eyes of the living dead can do that to a woman.
thanks to the lithe (and allegedly limber) missy koonce for providing an outlet for alacartoona's
love. and a sister/lover hug and kiss to the golden-throated heather price for opening the show.
as alacartoona watched her perform from the back of the room, all she could do was moan
in ecstacy.
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