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10:41 p.m. - 2002-08-28
So she popped in the OBC, which I’d noticed on her desk and, about halfway through the Work Song, she began searching for another number. I expected her to stop to at the bishop’s bit, or at Valjean’s Soliloquy, or possibly Who Am I, but no, she surprised me by landing on Lovely Ladies. And singing along. If I hadn’t been utilizing my Cockney accent, I might have inquired just how a flock of singing whores is any less dirty than Moulin Rouge, which, in fact, contains quite a few singing whores of its own. Whoa, multiple entries today. Reminiscent of the old days. Incidentally, the wonderful Autumnal had written me an inexplicably fabulous review that made my day quite a bit better. I'm linking to it because I am an egotist in the process of overcoming a massive puncture wound; bear with me. Adieu.
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