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Originally posted by paigowprincess
Wow. I can't blieve you were TWINE. TWINE was in my mind, this cosmo swilling (hip in its day, sort of), bar at the Loews sophisticate with a wry sense of humor. Think NCS without the dated cliches and Texas address. And it turns out she was puppetd by a bandwagon baby wingnut? This would be the equivalent of finding out that Slave is really Bilmore in a hairless suit.
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The attempt to picture me without the dated cliches has failed. Sad because I might like that me. Apparently the dated cliches arehere to stay. Consider this your memo.
