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Crickets chirped on the warm June night.
School was out already, little ankle biters runnin' all over the durn place.

Good old Anytown, U.S.A.
Green Grass lawns with doghouses, and white picket fences ran on for at least a mile or two, all kept pristene by the help. Yes, even the good ol' white folks kept kind smiles to the negroes runnin' all over the place.
Instead of beatin' on the negroes, they kicked the stray cats around. Never did any of them harm.

Even the little kiddies played games of soccer, kickball, Tennis, anythin- if a little stray pussycat was dumb 'nough to cross the front lawns.
They all came from the downtown area, so no one really cared much 'bout them anyway.

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On this paticular' evenin' though, all the young adults and older adults, and adults in between gathered outside the playhouse.
Skirts and nylons swayed a to and a fro in the balmy, quiet breeze.
You could hear their chatter'in an' gossipin' from a mile away, you could.

The good old Mayor was commin' down tonight. Watchin' the play.
Anytown was puttin' on a production of some Romantic Comedy, somethin' fancy off broadway or sumthin'.

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Backstage everyone rushed around, slender young actresses
running amuck, clashing into each other.
A young man in his own pricate dressing room checked his voice, and his appearance in the mirror.

A few times he alternated from baritone to soprano.
He caught sight of himself, and put a comb to his upper lip, seeing how he would look with a moustache.

He nodded in aprroval.

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"That's him! THE MAYOR! LOOK LOOK! HE'S PULLING UP!"

All the townspeople straightened their collars, re-fastened ties, wiped off their shoes.

The mayor exited the car, and as though he was a saint, all around him gasped, and adored.
He wore the Mayoral sash around his fat belly with pride, waxed moustache looking glorious.
He had round shoulders, and a small, bushy beard sprayed with bits of food and mustard.
Hopefully it was mustard.

Upon his arm was a slender young thing, only around 18 years old.
It was legal, so he didn't mind.
Face so powdered she almost looked imaginary.
Her hair up in a beehive, pink skirt whoosing with her skeletal legs.

She boredly pulled out a powder box..and applied what seemed to be the nineteenth layer of foundation to her little face.

The mayor waved to the people of Anytown, and looked down sharply.
Agh- nuts. Another damn cat peed on his shoe.

"Git out a hurr yah dang pussycat!"
He yelled.
The mayor's fat foot punted the cat across the parking lot.