Foreword : One should never accept challenges from a real writer, indeed ! Now I am stuck on the cake trying not to frost upon it, or die indulging in it.

Peste.

Ah, well, I hope that little one will make you smile. If not, otters are welcome anytime, as much as any kind of CONSTRUCTIVE critisism.

Emmanuelle Jeanne

lapajatej@chez.com

"I vouched for doning your goofy drag to nail those creeps, I settled with the darned least cosy middle place, I got on walking streets, boulevards, crossings, the whole neighborhood without yapping 'bout how God I gonna get ma gun, but something I CANNOT STAND-"

"Why, Ray ! Aren't you overdoing it a-"

"LEMME GO TA THE POINT, Benny, if I can say that ! 'Cause any Chinese Dragoon would have its dignity inna twist, waiting by every lampost for your hyper glycemic chocolate addicted Diffenbaker offa wolf to make up his furry mind 'bout TA GO OR NOT TA GO !"

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