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Lobsterlady

September 9th, 2018 Leave a comment Go to comments

It was a steamy night in New Orleans when I first encountered that mysterious creature. From out of the throng of Bourbon Street, she emerged, pinchers snapped and eyelids fluttering. My heart stopped…

…because I probably died, but I’ll have to chronicle that tomorrow when I update this because I’m too tired to do it now. Because I died.

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