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Here's one I worked up a sweat to get just right:
It was one of those hot days in LA where the soles of your feet start to cook, making you think of greasy hamburgers and sizzling pork chops, with a side order of tater-tots drenched in mustard and ketchup, the flacid pickles on the side of the plate looking soggy as they lie drenched in their own special brand of liquid perspiration, so I decided to put my shoes back on as I headed toward Chrissie’s house for our dinner date.
Don
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