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The Girl in the Other Room


Drawing on my fine command of language, I said nothing . . .


Steered not shaken, I wonder . . . Who is that girl in the other room?

And so, I must ask - Bartender . . . what the @#*! does one have to do around here to get some champagne?



No language has ever really come to grips with temporal relationships.
---A Gowachin Opinion

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