There's been a lot of talk of late in the Writing Groups about the mind-bending task of constructing the perfect pitch, so I thought a little light relief might be in order.
There I was, in the elevator, and in walks none other than Peeyou Blisher, resplendent in polar-necked ball gown and...
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