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June 08, 2006 - 9:30 "We'll wear our perfume, so give us some room!" or variations on. I remember singing at one point: "We know this room, so hear us moan." Which was my own fuck up, because it was supposed to rhyme, if nothing else. A few of the old women were making boisterous theatre laugh instead of singing. To the audience, who seemed giddy, we were the comic relief in what was otherwise a tragic play. I knew we were real witches putting a curse on the audience, though. I watched Rosemary's Baby last night.
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