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Tuesday, May 31 8:00 PM


velvet ribbon-laced golden charms
starring Mary Knights' Past

Staring through those tinted-coloured wondow of the old abandoned building. Taking down metal notes of the passing flashbacks. Only a dim candle glows in the mild darkness. It was in the 1970s. All there was on the empty road laid a retrospective car. Rememberance of those old vintage days. Where woman of the 70s wear white shady sunglasses, clad in bright polka dots.

The phone rings , recieving that call, recalling those wonderful retro telephones. "m-a-dddd-a-m", a voice of a lady stammers. the voice repeats in my brain, giving way to my humour cells. A loud sarcastic laughter burst out of my mouth.

"SORRY", i said in a gist. my face reddens with embarrassment. "Have you ourdered tulips from Mrs Suze's flowers?" Hmmm, flowers reminded me of those bohemian glam. Back then, I was the most popular bohemain girl in school. Those prom night memories came to my thoughts. Still remembering very clearly what the principal announced : " The title of the prom queen goes to Mary Knights ... " Ahh, i miss those days.

"HELLO, HELLO??" the lady repeated herself twice. Back from my dreamland, i gave her a straight no as i did not order any tulips. (...to be continued)

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