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![]() “That’s it! We’re done!” They sounded off in a chorus of clucking hens. They’d stormed off the elevator as I tried to enter it, a flurry of daffodil-yellow silk, spouting and sputtering about their dear loved one, Tonya the bride. Her entire bridal party-her closest friends and relatives, mind you-had left her high and dry. ![]() An uneven script scrawled out “The Yellow Rose of Texas” across the top of her rump. The flag was distorted and stretched, as was the large yellow rose on the right cheek, both tattoos dotted with dimples and pock marks. The Texas-flag tattoo emblazoned across the left cheek waved at me as she shifted her weight from foot to foot. Definitely not ordinary, but not exactly what I had in mind. ![]() But as I stared at the rather ample naked derriere wiggling two inches from my face today, I realized I should have been more specific with my goals. ![]() “I’ve always said I didn’t want an ordinary life. ![]()
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