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Ladies' leftovers. It was not his female guide but the city<br />

dweller, Rage, who confessed himself "totally wiped,<br />

whap!" by their exertions. Beanie indeed was a<br />

woodswoman of long standing, a blue-star trailmistress<br />

in East Woods and a weekly hiker around Lake<br />

Pissinowno just north of town, where she collected<br />

mushrooms for her marvelous stews.<br />

"Gosh, I'm sorry. I guess I shouldn't have suggested<br />

a walk. I've never been lost before," sighed with chagrin<br />

a climber of Cadillac Mountain, mortified that she had<br />

failed one whom, for some reason, she wished to be<br />

proud of her.<br />

"Vice versa," sighed Rage as Beanie slipped off his<br />

loafers and massaged his soft, pink, blistered feet with<br />

her long, strong fingers.<br />

Circulation returning, he was tingled into composing<br />

an ode in her honor, and attempting to stroke her<br />

shapely calf like a lyre, the Bathroom Baudelaire<br />

extemporized, in a gravelly talking croon copied off<br />

record albums from Johnny Cash:<br />

Your cream coming Is cleaner I know Than snow<br />

hidden below That old lost road That old goat thug

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