Her low-cut, revealing gown was black - black like her heart, although not
really because everyone knows that a heart is just an internal organ whose
natural pigment is pink just like the lungs, except, of course, for the
lungs of a long-time smoker which may be as black as her low-cut, revealing
gown.
-- Jennie Powell's entry to the 2001 annual Bulwer-Lytton contest
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Quote #557
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Quote #553
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Quote #554
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