There were too many orchids looking in on the scene. The old bulbo was snorting his disapproval and shaking his (insert nomiclature here). Several phals were snickering and whispering. Joey languished in his hope that Ruby half lips was still his gal, but he had only a dream.
Suddenly the sun broke through the leaden clouds and brightened the orchid room. The lowly spurned newcomer reached tenatively toward the healing light. A breath (and a bit' o scotch)..... we all have our weaknesses......
and Chester still lurked.......
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