9 Chickweed Lane by Brooke McEldowney for May 20, 2006
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Transcript:
Dear Thorax, I love a cellist who does not respond to my advances. He is besotted with a skinny little vole of a dancer instead. I am excruciatingly sexy, my perfumed body is to die for, my voice dark, my accent alluringly foreign, my couture heart-stopping. What am I doing wrong? Well-Turned Ankle in New York City Dear Well-Turned, My tongue is getting tangled in the carriage of my Royal. I can't move the gthlegmmm...CoDHopMif
