Dinnur finisht, Franci an hur companions wander to da Club Cawr to lissen to moosic an enjoy a affur dinner dwink or two or thwee. Da waiter ish a sleek bwack kit wit a fony fwencdh aksent. He takes der owrdurs an saunters away swishing his tayul to da beat uf da moosic. On a tiny stage at da fawr end uf da cawr ish a piano pwayer an a shinger, a luffly yung kit. Tiny an white wit big boo eyes. At lasht a shleep Franci desides to go to bed. She walks back to hur cumpawrtment an kwikly settles in fur da nite.
Sometime during da nite a noise in da hawllway dishturbs hur shleep. "Wat was dat," she meows to hurownself. She wooks at da cwock by hur bed, two fifteen, an wolls offur to wesume hur shlumber.
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