PO> For no apparent reason, Heather Lennox shouted to me:

 PO>>>>> >>> hall>> 
 PO>>>>> Man, I've got to get out of this place.  They're all NUTS!
 HL>>>> 
 HL>>>> Bath-timmmmmmmmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.............
 PO>>> >> on your wrists>
 PO>>> You're not doing anything important for thge next few hours,
 PO>>> are you?

 HL>> 
 HL>> Everyone... start scrubbing Phil... Where's that rose-scented
 HL>> soap?

 PO> Behave, or I'll re-form into something resembling a metal bikini.
 PO> We'll see who can stand more scrubbing.

A brass bra? what a concept..

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