I read that as the puppy sinisters.
The ocelot accessories of the middle sister rock the world. The music makes me want to swing dance. (I can only fake it, but I think I fake it in a goodish sort of way. ‘Course I’ve had a cocktail or two.) As Sheila said late last night, “Call me a taxi.”
“OK, Rick, you’re a taxi.” Goodbody everynight.
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