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... and yet his thoughts kept wandering back to Sydney, une Vraie Blonde (Etat Libre d'Orange).
"I saw her once more only. I saw her by accident, at an airport. Changing planes. She didn't see me. She was with Peter. She was holding a child. She was no different from anyone else."
Stolen from Louis Malle's "Damage".

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The persistant knock on the door was heard again so Felix scrambled to his feet and opened up.
There in the doorway, an officer stood, wide eyed at the sorry sight of Felix, drenched in Cognac and burping Heritage.
"Sir, I beg your pardon but... there's a dead body on your front step. Were you aware of that?"

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Felix replied, "What kind of idiot do you think I am?"

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Quote: Originally Posted by Shycat Felix replied, "What kind of idiot do you think I am?" LOL!!! (Ok I'll try...)
The officer said, all flustered and stammering:
"Sir... Huh, sir, there is a dead body on your front step. Judging by the facial stubble and hairy legs, I would say it is male, however the bright yellow sundress and lipstick threw me off a bit.
And it is smelling very strongly of huh... whatever it was that you had to drink. Sir. I apologize. But there seems to be a problem here, don't you think?

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Felix looked down at Sydney's lifeless body, thoughts racing through his head, did he black out last night and do what seemed so obvious?

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Quote: Originally Posted by TDDanae Felix looked down at Sydney's lifeless body, thoughts racing through his head, did he black out last night and do what seemed so obvious? Vraie Blonde my foot! There it was: ugly, dark stubble and roots! Felix felt himself get dizzy.
An open, fine Italian leather handbag was opened, near by, its contents spilled. Felix glanced at mess and recoiled in horror: there! amidst the handbag paraphernalia, a small bottle of cheap drugstore perfume!
Felix' s world came crashing down.

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"Oh! It's Michael!", Felix shouted as he stared down at the half naked and poorly made-up body on his doorstep. "Look at what they have done to him!
He didn't deserve this kind of an end."
The officer took a step back and waved his hand in front of his face to break the ever widening cloud of bay oil, cinnamon, jasmine, lily of the valley, orris and rose that crept out of Felix's nostrils and mouth and took direct aim at his face.
"I know Michael stole my darling Sydney away and was a so-so stage actor to boot. But even if his recent transgendering stage performance as Anne Frank DID prompt an overly critical first night audience member to shout, during the scene where the Nazi's were entering the house looking for anyone hiding, 'SHE'S IN THE ATTIC!', he didn't deserve..this, this horrible, grisly end. Why, my God officer, Michael was a Basenoter.. a 5 star General! You don't get to that lofty height by being a bad actor or not shaving your face and legs at least bi-weekly, you know..but, why, oh why would Michael dress up as Sydney in the first place?"

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He saw what had fallen from the bag, Chanel 5, Le Baiser Du Dragon, Samsara, Daim Blond, Tabac Blond, "Awwww," he screamed, ten more fragrances were all piled in a heap and not one was anything by him.

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Suddenly the obvious question became deafening: IF THIS WAS MICHAEL, WHAT HAD HAPPENED TO SYDNEY??
And why all those different frags in the bag?
And why on earth was michael wearing Agent Provocateur undergarments but a dress from the <gasp> clearance section at Victoria's Secret?!

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And blue fur?