Weetzie could see him--it was a man, a little man in a turban, with a jewel in his nose, harem pants, and curly-toed slippers. "Lanky Lizards! " Weetzie exclaimed." Greetings, " said the man in an odd voice, a rich, dark purr." Oh, shit! " Weetzie said." I beg your pardon? Is that your wish? Francesca Lia Block
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"Weetzie could see him--it was a man, a little man in a turban, with a jewel in his nose, harem pants, and curly-toed slippers. 'Lanky Lizards! ' said the man in an odd voice, a rich, dark purr. 'Oh, shit!' Weetzie exclaimed."Greetings," said the man in an odd voice, a rich, dark purr."Oh, shit!" Weetzie exclaimed. "I beg your pardon? Is that your wish? She was just about to go back to the party when he said hurriedly: "Are you telling me your name is not Beulah? My word! I thought you were the most beautiful woman on earth.""

Source: Weetzie Bat

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