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![]() Your hostess, Maggie, greets you at the door, thrilled to have the company - Man, this place is a MESS, but it has potential!
"Hey, Darlin', you're
customer number NOTE: While Maggie won't outright lie to you, she does tend toward "embellishment" from time to time. Sometimes it says a gozillion visitors, sometimes it says none. Might as well ask Maggie her true age! She stretches to knock a cobweb off the blade of a ceiling fan. "This neighborhood's been needing a good place to just settle in and swap stories." She hardly let's you get a word in edgewise! "Listen, while I finish up this little bit of dusting, you
just come on in the
"Must you go so soon? Well, darn... Sugar, you ought to slow down some! Take a minute, smell the roses, you know?" She smiles warmly, picks up the tattered ostrich feather duster again, and goes back to work... slooowly! |
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