Sapphic Voices General Fiction

Christmas Payback

The last few Christmases had hurt. Being without a partner at this time of year, was always a stark reminder of my loneliness and isolation. So Christmas day was spent at my parents place in the company of my two brothers with their families. Of course, its over the extravagant roast turkey lunch that the topic of marriage and children always seems to come up. My fault, because I should have told them early that I was not attracted to men, and maybe in the past I should have introduced them to my girlfriends. But my parents are strict catholic and by that reason alone I would not get any understanding. If I were to let them know that I am a Lesbian, I would lose my family forever, something I am not ready to face.

In fact and this is a sad thing to say; I feel that I can only truly come out when they are no longer around. So silly me hides my true self behind the curtain of pretense of being a spinster daughter, unable to find Mr. Right. (Yes, dear reader, it’s fingers in the throat time.) I do need my family, however strange this might seem, and so I play along with this game of pretense.

Leading up to this Christmas, however, was so different. Sally was now in my life. Wonderful, darling Sally and yes, I was falling in love. She made me feel good, good about myself and good about life. I had started up jogging again, which led to me watching what I was eating, which in turn saw me losing a few of those extra kilos. I could now, fit back into some of my size 12 clothes, and that opened up a whole new wardrobe for me. I even took the plunge and had my dark shoulder length hair cut and styled into a short “bob”, with highlight blonde tips. Sally encouraged me all the way, and loved my new hair, saying the cut accentuated my slender neck and turned her on. This, of course, did wonders for my ego and self esteem.

I had great vibes about this Christmas, for Sally and I were actually going to spend the day together, having our own special celebrations. We are both nurses, so shifts were bound to impact on our time together, as Sally was working Christmas day afternoon and I was roistered off. So, I would spend a wonderful day with my Sal and then visit the family in the late afternoon. When I phoned mum and told her about my plans, I got the full 50 questions, all basically centering around when were they going to meet “him” and what was “he” like. I suppose I did start the call by saying that I was going to spend Christmas day with someone special, and they put 1 and 1 together to get 3.

The next big milestone for me was that I decided to go to the staff Christmas party. This is held mid December, usually 2 weeks before the holiday. I work in a small Catholic private hospital and the 6 wards combine for the party, bringing together about 120 of the staff. It is definitely an in-house affair, with partners not being invited and it is an event that is talked about for months afterwards. I’ve worked on this ward for 3 years and up to now have always volunteered to work on this night. As I said this year was different, I felt alive.

Encouraged by Sally, I was determined to shine and display the more glamorous side of Lisa. Being a warm night, I put on my new L.B.D. with a fine black shawl to add a touch of class. I was happy with that, but Sal insisted on covering my bare shoulders and arms with a gossamer body glitter. Make up, new hair do and I was ready to go. She made me spin around, for the critical final inspection and smiled, giving me the thumbs up. I looked at Sally, fussing over me and I wished we were going together. She had already changed into a pair of my satin PJ’s, and said that she would definitely be awake when I got home. I was on a high and just longed to take her, here and then, knowing that just wanted to smudge my lipstick with her mouth.

Sarah from work arrived on time and made a fuss over how good I looked. Even though the venue for the party was only a ten-minute walk from my flat, Sarah was more than happy to drive, as she did not want to arrive by herself. We were fashionably late, but then again I think every one else was, so the party was still trying to get off its feet as we entered the function room at the back of the local hotel. The DJ was playing low background music as everyone hustled in and did the meet and greet. Nearly everyone from work was turning up, and so they were expecting at least 150 guests. I found the number of people daunting, and so I stayed close to Sarah. Then, once inside we quickly migrated to a group of nurses from our ward.

The large room was aglow with multicoloured strobing light that pulsed to the steady beat of the DJ’s music machine. Tables with drinks and finger food lined the walls, interspersed with chairs for those who legs would give in. On past accounts of these events, the dance floor was where all the action happened. Like teenagers, we giggled and compared outfits. I knew that I was a winner, when I was finally recognized in a burst of shock and surprise. Most of the girls on the ward had not seen my new hair style and very few had seen me out of my work uniform. At that moment I just wished that Sally was by my side and it would have been a perfect evening.
Suddenly a glass of Champagne was thrust into my hand.

“Cheers Ladies.” It was Dr Fairly, the senior surgical registrar from our ward. He was a fun guy to work with, but a ladies man. He had never tried to hit on me, as I don’t suppose he saw anything special my way. Then I realized that he did not have a clue to who I was, even though we regularly worked together. He kept on staring at me, causing me to blush.

“What’s wrong Bill”, I said nervously, in an effort to break his gaze.

“My God, Lisa.” He blurted out in astonishment. “You look stunning.” Now I could really feel my face explode with embarrassment.

“Duckling to Swan.” He continued. “I can’t believe it’s you.”

“Dr Fairly, close your month and leave the poor girl alone.” It was Jill, one of the senior night charge sisters, who came to my rescue. The group laughed along with Jill and the conversation thankfully drifted away from me.

The music started pumping and the Christmas party officially progressed up a gear. More trays of finger food floated by, followed by more waiters carrying drinks. My arm was grabbed and I suddenly found myself being pulled across onto the dance floor. Bill Fairly had attached himself to me and was suddenly my new best friend. I lasted three songs with him and finally made an excuse to get off the floor, successfully leaving him with another group of nurses. I grabbed another Champagne and found a seat in a quite corner of the room. I closed my eyes.

“Well, what do you think?” It was Bill. He had found me, again.

“About what?” I answered, bringing a false smile to my lips.

“The Party.” Bill was 3 years my junior and I thought it strange that he would suddenly make a move on me, because that what he was doing now. “”Anyway let’s talk about you Lisa. You look fantastic.”

“Thanks for the compliment Bill,” I replied. I knew that I had to get rid of him, as I definitely did not want him to go any further. “Sorry for being blunt, but I’m not interested in you.” There I said it.

“Let’s go out together after the party”, he continued, a big cheesy grin lit up his face. “We could have a really good time.”

“It’s fine,” I answered, getting up while maintaining an equally false smile. I headed towards Sarah, who was nearby chatting to a group from one of the other wards. I really hoped that Dr. Fairly would fine someone else to latch on to.

Of course, half an hour later, Bill was back. The effects of multiple drinks were starting to slowly govern his actions. Not that he was drunk or even tipsy; let’s just say he was certainly talking a little bit more loudly and freely. He found me and skillfully edged me away from the group.

“Look Lisa,” he started to speak in a boyish cute manner. “I’m sorry that I came on a bit strong earlier.”

“It’s alright.” I answered a bit too quickly, while trying to look out for someone to save me.

“It’s just that you look divine and.”

“Stop, Bill.” I cut him off. “I am not interested in you.”

“But, come on Lisa. I didn’t think you were seeing anyone. I’m here.”

“Wrong, wrong Bill. I’ve got a fantastic partner. She’s……He’s great!” I went red, but Bill realized what I had just said. My face confirmed my slip up.

“What, you’re a dyke, a leso.” He recoiled from me, as if I were scum.

“No Bill…You’ve got it wrong.” I was stumbling my words. “I’m just not interested in you.”

“Shit. No wonder you never have a man around you, you queer.” His words felt like acid.

“Sh, Bill. Its not that…” But he had turned around and disappeared into the crowd. I felt a heavy, sinking feeling form in my stomach. I just wanted to leave, get away from this place.

“You OK?” Sarah had broken away from her group and was now standing by my side. She sensed that something was wrong. I drew in a large breath and said, “I’m fine.”

“Don’t let that bastard Fairly get to you. He’s been sniffing around anyone wearing a dress.” She gave me a soft supportive hug. “Come on let get another drink.”

I should have left, there and then, made up some excuse and returned back to the safety of my darling Sal. But I stayed and rejoined the rest of the gang.

About 10.30, the music stopped and the main lights flooded the room. Dr. Fairly was standing at the microphone next to the D.J. By now he was definitely tipsy.

“Gather round folks, gather round.” He yelled out with the polish of a seasoned performer.
“Yes, it’s that time of the night when we honor those around us for their stupidity, bravery and acting well beyond the call of duty. It the Toilet Seat awards.”

A cheer went up from us all and we moved forwards to form a semicircle around Bill. This was one of the highlights of the staff Christmas party. During the year any actions by staff that were silly, unusual, funny, stupid or unbelievable, were noted and then awarded points at the end of the year. The person with the highest score was presented with an old black toilet seat engraved with the names of past winners. The runner up in points was awarded the melted urinal, the remains of a plastic male wee container that some poor trainee had put into the autoclave cleaner.

“So let me invite last years winners, to join me up here. Up you come and hand the trophies back so they can be passed on this years unfortunate dunces. Lets give a big round of applause to last years winners, Dr Stephen Wood and Dr Jessie Lewis.”

Everyone cheered and clapped as the two infamous interns mounted the stage. The hand over took place and they were awarded a couple of bottles of wine for their troubles.

“Now, before I continue, I want to present a new award.” Bill was now sporting a wicked, sly smile. He went across to the side table and picked up a large banana and a small rustling packet. “This award is called…… Drum roll, Mr. D.J.”

The electronic synthesizer played an upbeat drum roll. As the group settled, I felt my heart pound; I knew that this was not right.

“This award is for, “the best kept secret of the year.”

My eyes made contact with Dr. Fairly and I then knew that I was going to be outed. My eyes pleaded with him to stop, but he did not care. I could not move, my legs just refused to take me away.

“This person has worked with us at the hospital for a few years now. Its only tonight that she has chosen to share a little secret with us. This nurse has just told me of her love.” He held up his hand in a dramatic pose. “No, not for me, but for another woman.”

“Yes, ladies and gentlemen, our own Lisa Jade has broken her silence and wants us all to know that she is a Lesbian. Yes! a fully fledged Dyke ”

A gasp went through the crowd and as the message slowly sank in, I noted my isolation. Literally, everyone around me slowly edged away. I suddenly had a dangerous contractible disease. Silent and stunned, I turned and rushed towards the exit. People parted from my path, making me run a gauntlet of ridicule.

“Wait Lisa,” Dr Fairly yelled out, holding up a packet of condoms. “Your prize.”
“You have won a months supply of these. What am I thinking, you don’t need these as you already practice self sex.” People started to laugh. He then held up the banana. “So I’m sure that you and your, (he held up his hands and made imaginary speech marks in the air,) “Girlfriend” will have a lot more “fun” with this.”

He started to do pelvic thrusts with the banana and the crowd went into fits of laughter. The effect of free flow booze and group embarrassment had had its effect.
Everything moved at an unnaturally slow rate as I tried to reach the door. The faces of my friends turned ugly and hostile. The laughter was harsh, humiliating and soul destroying.

I grabbed the doorknob and tied to pull it open. The door was locked and would not budge. As I pulled harder, the laugher increased as the good doctor threw out his complete collection of gay jokes. I was starting to unravel, lose the plot completely. I could not breath, with the adrenaline levels rising to such a level that I felt faint.
A cold hand was placed gently on mine and instead of pulling on the door, guided me by pushing the door open and I ran free.

Without looking, I ran across the hallway into the sanctity of the ladies restroom. Slamming the door shut I screamed out, releasing a cry filled with mental pain and torment. The sound was more than a wail of despair; it rose deep from my soul. In just a mater of those few, short minutes, I had just been assaulted and publicly humiliated, with no road back to salvation. Any self-confidence I ever had was shattered, with the wolves of hate tearing it to ribbons. Thank god there was no one else in the toilet, but I still ran for the nearest cubicle and lock shut the door. It was then that the real floodgates of emotion broke open and I now sobbed uncontrollably. They had made me feel shame, made me feel unwanted. And as I cried, they were trying to turn my untainted, celestial love for Sally into something dirty and sick.
I did not hear the restroom door swing open.

“Lisa,” a soft gentle voice whispered.

Startled, I held my breath.

“Lisa, are you OK?”

“Go away,” I cried back.

“Lisa Hon, it’s Jill. Please open the door and let me help you.”

“Please go away,” I begged.

“Lisa, please let me help you. What’s done has been done.” She persevered in a soothing calm voice. “It’s what happens now that will either make or break you.”
Slowly and reluctantly I unlocked the door.

“You poor, poor girl.” Jill hugged me in a motherly embrace and I lost control. Finally I broke away, so unsure and scared. Jill took a tissue out of her bag and carefully started to wipe my eyes. A glance in the mirror was scary, for my heavy makeup had streaked and smudged, leaving me looking like the bride of Frankenstein.

“Getting better Hon?”

I sensed she knew my hurt. I nodded, but a huge sob broke and I started to cry again.

“Be brave Lisa.” Jill kissed me sweetly on the cheek and I found strength in her understanding.

“But why Jill? Why?” I asked.

“Because they can and they always will.”

“But…”

“Sh…” She whispered. “Now listen. I’m going to get you home. Is there anyone waiting for you or will you be alone?”

“Sally, will be there.” Just saying her wonderful name gave me strength.

”Good. Is Sally your girlfriend?” I nodded.

“Even better.” She looked at me thoughtfully; her wise eyes were working through the issues. “Revenge will help you work out this problem. Do you want to get back at that creep Fairly?”

I nodded again.

“That’s the spirit,” Jill was smiling and then continued to reveal her plan. I was glad that she was handling everything, because I was useless in my present state. Jill also had contacts, people who would just love to teach this type of person a lesson.

“Let’s get you a taxi. Leave everything to me and I be over at your place in the morning.”

Jill spirited me out of the venue without making contact with any of my colleagues, who were now partying to the thumping music. The infamous award presentation now well and truly over.

Within 10 minutes I was finally home. Being in the safe and secure arms of my darling Sally was a start, but it still took me a good hour to tell her everything that had just happened. I don’t think that I had ever seen Sal become so angry and fired up. She started to throw on her clothes, intent of fixing that bastard Fairly saying that he would be soon peeing out of a hole rather than the usual male instrument. I got to the part about Jill and carefully explained her plain. The logic and simplicity calmed down my white knight and we both actually laughed together.

Sally drew me a hot bath and undressed me, her magic fingers working out my pain. Then slowly and lovingly she washed my body, removing not only the grime from my skin, but also the nightmare from my mind. Sal took me to bed, where she was eager to console me, so I just lay back and let her show me what real love was.

I dozed off in a secure peace, but woke early hurt and humiliated. I was now angry with myself. Angry that I had betrayed who I am and had let a nobody take away my life. I went down without a fight and was made to be ashamed of my love for Sally.
By 7 am I was desperate to talk, so selfishly I woke up Sally. I told her of my weakness and shame, to which she responded with a wonderful, loving kiss. That only made me feel more wretched and I was reduced to sobbing in her arms. I knew that without her strength, I could not face the world, or in fact, get through today.

Sally made me go on a cleansing jog with her, around the park and up to the French baker for hot croissants to bring home for breakfast. A round trip of about 40 minutes. It was a light work out, enough to freshen the mind and work up a sweat. Before eating breakfast, Sally took control again and dragged me into the shower with her. She insisted on rubbing her perfect body against mine, which was enough to set me off. Instantly our fingers and hands were exploring and greedily searching for each other’s pleasure zone. This is how Sunday mornings should be spent.

A couple of hours later, the knock on the front door reminded me of the unresolved nightmare. Jill came in smiling, waving a gray computer disk and was clearly happy with herself. She was dressed casually in a dark blue tract suit, her flushed face glowing. I introduced Jill to Sally, fully opening up to her that this was the love of my life. Jill was concerned about how I was coping and seemed relieved that I was in a buoyant mood. We went to my computer and loaded the disk.

“Now before I explain anything, just have a look at these pictures.” Jill so proud of her photos. Four pictures came up on the screen and they were all of our Dr. Fairly.
As I studied the images, I’m sure a revengeful smile formed on my lips. I could not believe what I was looking at.

The first showed the doctor sitting on a couch with a blonde in a pink evening gown nibbling on his ear. Bill had a look as if he was in heaven. Picture two showed the same lady now pulling off the doctor’s trousers. He was sitting in the same position, legs slightly apart with a noticeable bulge pushing up his boxers. It was so obvious to all what was going on. The next photo was of the blond kissing him and leaving a large smear of lipstick across his face. His bulge was bigger and a wet patch had formed at his apex.

The last picture explained everything. It was beautiful. Dr fairly was still sitting on the couch, head back, eyes closed with a cheesy smile. The “Lady” was next to him, one hand resting on his crouch, the other holding up a long blond wig, which he had taken off. This lady was a cross dresser, a man with a matching bulge that was pushing up his pink skirt.

“Got ya,” I yelled hugging Sally who was standing next to me. I must have given Jill a puzzled look.

“Didn’t I explain,” she answered, slyly. “I have some friends who happen to be CDers. When I told them my plan, they were more than willing to help out. After you left I rang Kera. He and some of the “girls” were dressed and out on the town. As the staff party was drawing to a close, they just “happened” to drive past. I pointed out Fairly, who by this stage was too far gone to know what was going on around him. He went with the group into one of the side rooms, thinking that all his Christmases had come at once. The “girls” sat him on the couch and a couple of flicks on his crouch soon got his pecker up. He never knew that the “girls” were not genuine. In the last picture, when Kera took off her wig, he was dozing off and never saw “her” without her hair. Would you believe the whole thing was done in less than 10 minutes, with Fairly not really knowing what had happened.”

“Wonderful,” Sally was enjoying this as much as I was. “You are a real gem, Jill. Well done.”

“Don’t get too worked up girls.” Jill was now looking at me. “This is just one aspect, revenge on that bastard.”

“Yes, but this will ruin the pick.”

“You must realize that things will never be the same for you, Lisa.” Jill was now picking each word very carefully. “You have been outed. You can’t hide. You can’t go back. It is up to you how you are going to move forward.”

Jill was telling me something that I did not want to know. Sal moved up against me and put a supportive arm around my back.

“Here’s the phone number of a nursing agency. Give them a ring tomorrow and see what temp work there is available.”

“Why ?” I asked naively.

“When you go to work next, you will be called in front of nursing admin. and they will ask for your resignation.

“But why? I haven’t done anything.” I could feel my eyes start to water.

“Get real Lisa. You work for a private catholic hospital. They still have nuns wandering around the place. Do you think that they want our kind around?” Her words hurt, struck deep. I could feel tears slowly tracking down my cheeks.

“They can’t fire her.” It was Sally jumping to my defense. She worked for a large public hospital, so this issue was never a problem.

“They will make it so hard for her, that Lisa will have to leave. Already you have been moved out from your surgical ward. I checked and from tomorrow you have been reassigned to the geriatric wing. You will be looking after old stroke victims.”

I looked around at Sally for support. She was now clutching both my hands. “ We’ll work this out Darling,” she whispered. I could see that she was shocked, and like me could not believe what she was hearing.

“Listen Lisa, ring up the agency and get temporary work until you find what you like. Leading up to Christmas there is plenty around. You got to make this work for you, you really do.”

“But, what have I done?”

“Forget that. Now this is what we are going to do. Tomorrow you are starting work at 7.00am. This afternoon you are going to ring in sick for that shift. Also leave a message for nursing admin. to say that you want a meeting with them around 11am.” At this stage I was trying so hard to concentrate. Jill was giving me hope, but it did nothing to make me feel better.

“At this meeting, you will hand in your letter of resignation effective from now on the condition that you get a good reference and full pay entitlements. They will say they are firing you, but you have got in first and have given them a good way out. Also mention that your Girlfriend is a lawyer, hell they won’t know, and you will scare the pants off them. This is the only way you can win. You don’t want to stay there, so leave on your own terms, dear.”

“Are you sure?” I asked wiping my eyes.

“Trust me.” Jill answered and I did.

“Hey, what about you Jill?” Sally suddenly realized that Jill was in the same boat as me. “Don’t get me wrong, but didn’t you say that you are also ?”

“You can say it Sally. Yes I am a lesbian.”

I was surprised not shocked. After all I have been working with this lady now for nearly three years and I did not have a clue.

“Don’t look at me like that, young girl.” Jill was joking. “Just because I’m pushing 60 does not mean I can’t love another woman.”

“But you been married.”

“Was. My husband died ten years ago. My two wonderful children are married and I am enjoying a new phase in my life with a truly fantastic lady. We share our house and we intend to grow old together. No cares about someone my age, everyone still thinks that I past that stage in life. If you told anyone, you would not be believed. I’m safe. I due for my 15 years long service in about 3 months time. Then I intend to retire and I’m out of here.

“You are a real gem,” I said in total awe of my new role model.

Sally put on a kettle and made us a pot of tea. We then huddled around the computer and spent the next hour fixing a surprise for Dr. Fairly. We decided to make two mini-posters out of the photos. The heading on each would be the same, “Our Dr. Fairy at the Christmas Party!” The first poster design would be a “mild” version of the pictures and this would go up in the public areas, in places like the wards and corridors. This displayed 2 photos, the first showing him with the blonde nibbling his ear, the other was a cropped version of the one with Kera and her wig off. The other poster would be riskier, and this was to go up in the staff only areas. We would put this one in the change rooms, cafeteria and staff rooms. We inserted pictures that did the most damage. So the first was of the doctor being kissed, the next was the one showing his bulging underpants and the last one was the full one of Kera with his wig off. Ten copies of each were printed, in full glossy colour and it was certainly worth the expense.

“You have got to be careful,” I cautioned Jill as she was leaving. She had volunteered to put up the posters tonight, as she was working the night shift and there would be very few staff around.

“I am so looking forward to this,” was her excited reply. “The bastard deserves this and more!” Jill gave both Sally and I a peck on the check as she left for home.

That afternoon I followed the plan and rang in sick for Monday. I was sharply told that I would no longer be working on my usual ward but had been reassigned to the geriatric wing. I also got my appointment to see nursing administration at 11am. I got off the phone and my hands were shaking, god this was hard.

The next day, we were both up bright and early, keen to get started. I was going to wear a pair of old jeans and jumper. This was my statement that said I did not care. Sally had other ideas and pulled out my new layered midi skirt, long boots and matching angora cardigan. She then spent a good half an hour on my make-up and hair. She was fantastic, encouraging me with little pep talks, saying things like, “You are special Lisa so be special,” and “Remember, you’re not some ordinary lesbian, but one of the glamorous “Lipstick” variety.” As I left the house I felt so proud of who I was, ready to take on the world.

Our posters were all over the place, in the change rooms, on notice board, everywhere. There was even one of the mild ones on the nursing administration notice board. I was surprised that no one had taken them down yet, but happy they were still gathering small groups who stopped for a look.

I was early, so I went into the cafeteria to try and get a feel for what was going on and see if thing had really soured with my work friends. The air of hostility towards me was noticeable. I saw Sarah who had driven me to the party and flashed a nervous smile in her direction. Our eyes met and it was as if I had just killed her mother. There was just disgust for me, evident as she turned her back and sat down with the others from my old ward. They all knew I was standing there, but chose to pretend that I no longer existed. Even from where I was, I caught snippets of conversation about my perverted lifestyle. I was clearly not wanted. The good thing was that I did not care. I retreated to the notice board and admired our handiwork.

“So how’s our resident dyke.” Surprised I turned around and found myself staring at the very doctor himself. “It’s a pity you could not handle a real man and can only get your jollies from foundling women. You sick bitch.”

Without saying a word I took a side step to the right and revealed the poster to Bill for the first time.

“Yes Dr. Fairy, it’s a pity you could not handle a real woman and can only get your jollies from foundling men. You sick bastard.” His face went a deep red as he grabbed the paper off the notice board. “You are too late,” I whispered in his ear.
“You are f**ked!” I walked away smiling.

One down, just one more huddle to go, I told myself as I headed for nursing administration. As I walked past the administration notice board, I pulled off a poster and folded it into my bag. I introduced myself to the secretary, who told me to take a seat. As I sat there I was conscious of her looking at me, checking me out. It seems that my notoriety had spread though out the hospital. I started to fiddle with my skirt, trying to keep my nerves under control. A phone went off and even though the secretary was whispering into a cupped hand I could hear her conversation.

“Guess who’s here……Yes that’s right, the lesbian………She’s not what you expect…..Quite attractive I suppose……..No not butch…..You’d never guess…Better go see ya later.” I smiled at her and she blushed, knowing that I had just heard her part of the conversation. “Thank you Sally,” I thought. “ I owe you one.”

The meeting with the administration was an anti climax. I went in, put down my resignation and got my demands. We sat in silence as we waited for the paperwork to be finished, complete with a glowing reference. I stood up to go and threw the poster onto the old dragons desk.

“What about him?”

It was obvious that she had not seen this before. She became flustered and grabbed my arm pushing me out of her office.

“He one of them you know.” I laughed and then left without ever looking back.


I ended up working Christmas afternoon with the agency, after spending a wonderful day with Sally. On Boxing day I made the journey back to the family home, without my partner. I had made some giant steps, over the last few weeks, but I was not ready for the final disclosure. That will have to wait.

Dr. Fairly left the hospital just after Christmas, still protesting it was a set up. He was deemed not suitable to continue his training. Who knows where he ended up. And me, well I’m still madly in love with Sally.

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