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For Frabjous Fuchsias

"Oh, thank gawd you're back!" Willie-Poo's voice gushed when Sue answered the phone, "I've been saying my prayers each night to the gay gawds. I KNEW they wouldn't let me down. Honeychile, how was the trip? Run into any frabjous tits in your cruising?"

Sue chuckled as she reached for a cigarette. "Listen, Ella, you promiscuous faggot-"

"Oh, sure, sure, I know, the girls are different, pure as the driven slush. Honey, you're going to go out of your frigging little mind tonight. Guess who I met. Two fuchsia queens! I'll pick you up at six. It's a small dinner party. I took one look at that patio and told them I had this old beatup bulldyke friend who was absolutely queer for fuchsias and I'd been trying to get her up off her big fat ass for years—-”

"Well ain't you sweet, what a nice build-up. You bitch."

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