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Monday, 07 February 2005

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Leah

My best friend and I came upon a postcard of this novel in San Francisco and held it up to each other at the exact some moment on either side of the card store we were in. We had such a loving affinity and reinterpretation of what it meant for a dame not to care. Our interpretation is a real dame doesn't care about trivial matters. Fast forward five years later and we had the script tattoed on our backsides, with the dames cast as cartoon versions of ourselves.

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