The historical society in “The Big Easy” get cranky when hooligan crawdads run amuck. Upsetting the gunk and floating bloaters among the stones and baritones of the night. Sleeping in mahogany portmanteaus. Feeling so lonely. Coincidentally, undead, washed-out and pale blue eyes, unrestrained. Stomping at the crypt, echoing. “Oh! What big eyes you have.” Dodging a tango of memories, breaking the hymens of hearts.
Rated for Teens(13+)
Dodging A Tango
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