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Doze
To secure his heavy lids, Vaghn
faced Ivan 'n said, "th' tube needs
t' be on."
Ivan, with a face tainted
o' concern, said, "'er nails needn't
be so charcoal."
"n' who ask'd you?" inquired V.
Ivan replied, "a wedding's
a celebration. The air dries and dries
under V's lids.
"Will woman you lawfully
this take be wife wedded your to?"
Tongues flap like land-stricken
cods. The groom clamps the scaly
surface like a trophy. The fans
palm-slap, lip-raise, stare. They,
too, approve of him 'n turn gestures
toward him, until the gremlin
emerges to elbow his shoulder.
"Wake up Vaghn! Lory jus'
'fronted 'er about the black lipstick!"
