The brownout blues the past two nights may have been the best downer I've ever been on. Better than any milk or the warm baths I take. I slept soundlessly all through the heat. All thanks to the wrath of Lola Bashang. The whirlwind fairy tale that was her fury sent me to sleep. So, oblivious to the havoc outside, I resigned to a hundred years of sleep just waiting for my prince to give me some delicious smooching.
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