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I got a funny feeling we missed a page or two somehow Ohh-ohhhh, Cinderella, maybe you could help us out Does the shoe fit you now
Through the years and the kids and the jobs
Hey hey, Cinderella, what's the story all about
We're older but no more the wise -- suzy bogguss -- |
Wretch He saunters in, staggering with ease... contradiction in his dressy suit and the stench of barley heavily seeping from his skin. He makes me wretch as he comes to the counter, the smell getting stronger, bringing back memories, and making me want to run as he says "This one I'll hide, the little lady out there doesn't need to know about it". And then he slides it into his sock and pulles the pant leg down to cover it. As he leaves I hideaway in the back, trying to keep down everything I haven't eaten for 3 days. Hot salt water pouring down my face, the smell imbedded in my nostrils, the phrase Ange uses comes to mind... "It makes my nose stink". And it does. After 15 minutes I can finally come back out, I can finally breathe again without worry that I'll lose it all. The smell still ritch I busy myself in bleach. And again as I lay down to sleep, it all comes back to me, and the last thing I see, is the hand flying toward my face...... and the smell of malted barley.
Brief - 2007-07-05
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