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To: Rambi who wrote (12122)	8/25/1998 12:49:00 PM
From: Gauguin	Respond to of 71178

Locking our eyes, the gun slips distantly from your fingers. "Keese me." Bang! I can picture you, as Maria, on the balcony. Yes. Emoting. It's cool as heck, now; but I would've had to shoot you, myself. I WUV WEW for having the nerve to describe that; you are an inspiration. [I had just written about something, well actually a request for free macho medical advice, and I hit Control-C to copy it for safety, and it disappeared. Or, it had been condensed, to it's worth, a single letter C. I, being easily frustrated, get really mad and refuse to write it again.] [And yah, I usually write anything longer than a sentence in a WP.] PS ~ Even though I hated West Side Story at the time, jeez what girly crap, I admit it's great.

To: Rambi who wrote (12122)	8/25/1998 2:55:00 PM
From: Thomas C. White	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

At one of the houses I lived in while in college, one night we all got a bit too threesheets, and decided that a certain La-Z-Boy recliner in the living room didn't match any of the decor of the rest of the room (a hideous brown color -- the chair, that is, not the rest of the decor), and proceeded that night to suspend it upside down from the ceiling. It looked much better that way. At least it did until the next morning's hangover. But far too much trouble to take it down again. When we moved out, in a perfectly innocent fashion we told the people that were moving in that it was that way when we got there. Several years later I came back for a reunion, and we happened to walk by the house. We looked in the living room window, and lo and behold, there it was. I imagine it may be to this day, some fifteen years later.