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Thanks to my brother and Mrs. Duck, I am now the proud owner of two red feather boas, the
de rigeur accessory for every in-patient pole dancer.
Between my in-room "incident" and flamboyant pole strolling, I think I've developed quite the reputation here at
CoH.
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