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Show 35, Jeffries, Islamorada "Imagine all the other young stallions. . .cribbing at your bride. . ." "But me," she asserted. "Bartender, another for her." "Marriage will unleash my. . .my. . ." "Fierce chimera." "Whomever. My uncreated passion." "Your uncoined silver. . ." "Yah, mint condition." In the disco, under the timed flashes of the strobe light, the dancers moved with a jerking, early cinematographic quality. "Diamond won't devalue herself-" "I'm sorry, now we're talking about used cars-?" "-Been around the block a couple of times," she grumbled. "Worn goods!" she resumed, louder, "Distressed merchandise! I won't do it!" she cried petulantly. "I won't get caught up in their trial marriages, their little price wars-" An older woman at the next table clapped spontaneously, and prodded her husband. "Give the young lady another drink," he contributed. "Diamond's devotion to her husband. . ." she continued, her high, thin voice trailing off with fatigue. |