Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and, when unloosed, hung down to her heels. The solos were revealing, sensual and moody. “I guess I’m not the only one who wonders about your past. ’ ‘Oh, don’t I? What do you have under all those petticoats, a holster?’ ‘But yes, and they are empty. Strange gurgle-like noises emanated from the crypt.
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