Greetings from the great white ballroom in the sky, where I continue to
make excellent progress on all fronts including Viennese waltz, tango,
both Argentino and Polish, and general head banging. The Russians came
and went, leaving me only their blood-soaked handkerchief. The Prince
is here with me now, and the two of us have plans, but will not divulge
them lest we falter by overestimation. I have recently spent a great
deal of money on fine lingerie, hand embroidered by the Sisters of the
Holy Shroud—money well spent, I'm sure you'll agree. I ask
myself, hourly, Brother and Sisters, what is hell? Only now am I
learning to ask the right question.
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Read GA's story, "Deliverance."
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