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Nice legs! That’s some delicate cast iron work.

But anyhow . . . these two gals, both of whom have those long fingernails that curve down like claws, which they paint various colors of enamel to make them even scarier, must have gotten the flu or something because neither one of them showed up the other night. (Maybe they both broke a hip.) I knew something was wrong the moment I walked in. The sale barn smelled like a sale barn instead of “Evening in Butler County.”