Extraneous Voices of Picayune > Citadel Tavern

The Muros-2011

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There is a cacophony as a figure stumbles forward onto the stage.

Ssshhchrist almighty... two years and this thing's *hic* shtill goin'?

Hobbling over to the microphone the disheveled writer grabs hold to either side of the podium for support. Blinking she holds a hand over her eyes to shield from the lights.

Thank you. Now I bet you've be'n wunderin' where I've be'n all this time. Ya' see....

There is a puff of purple smoke and glitter, which when it clears leaves the stage empty once more.


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