The Bad Boss always sat at his favourite table, getting
drunk over Beethoven's last pianos sonatas, and a couple of camomilla drinks.
What a wreck he was.
Afro Hair, the North-East Witch guarded him, pretending nothing was going on.
Queeny Fag was playing the submarine. He kept on ordering omelets and orange juice.
That was an obsession.
But let's move on, it's no healthy place. |
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