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In a brief moment, I thought I was a coy conductor, my baton a crinkled napkin in my damp, jittery hand, soon descended on your unsuspecting body... I peered into the scrunched-up napkin... And nothing -- you escaped under hawk eyes -- as I dropped the napkin and ran out of the room.
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Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 3:00 PM UTC
An Escape Artist
In a brief moment, I thought I was a coy conductor, my baton a crinkled napkin in my damp, jittery hand, soon descended on your unsuspecting body... I peered into the scrunched-up napkin... And nothing -- you escaped under hawk eyes -- as I dropped the napkin and ran out of the room.
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Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 3:00 PM UTC
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