Thursday, November 6, 2014

Dome-da-dome-dome! Dome-da-dome-dome-dome! (#66)

From the novel A Western Capitol Hill:

Don’t you have any techno?” he says, tapping his foot to his own beat and putting a slight sway into his hips. “Or, can’t you, at least, play 'We Are Family'?”

If Gayle’s smirk radiated condensation rather than condescension, the glass sliding doors to the balcony would be fogged. “Precious, you weren’t even born when that chestnut came out.”

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