Lala's Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret
The castle, his prison, and what was left of his life, awaited him.
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'Where have you been?' demanded Lala.
'Oh, I had to do something.'
'Do what? Now you're being secretive. I don't like it when you're being secretive,' Lala said insistently.
'Look, Lala, I've got cancer.' Lala looked at him dumbly. She knew what the word meant but, like so many people, she did not really understand it. Her dirty blonde hair lolloped about her, as her hands shook, tears filled her blank blue eyes, and her voice cracked as she tried to speak. Her mind was a washing machine.
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