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After France, she had nothing. No gum, no candy, wishing she could suck her thumb and be content, Mandy watched a French poodle licking its ---- thrusting fists deep in her trenchcoat ambling down the Parkway, morning hunger growling deep inside her bowels, despite the 2 lbs of old gum she'd accumulated by swallowing all that she chewed. Was that Frank ahead, looking chic? "Bum a cig?" (cheaper than breakfast) was his way of saying hello. Mandy passed him her cigar and it exploded in his face! Both embarrassed, they regarded Fifi. Fifi disregarded them in favor of a sharp blow to the teeth, pro-active when it came to silly owners. But not proactive enough. Fifi and eggs fed them while France was full of Franks. Mandy mandated mandatory mandibles and then went back to Paris. There, she started a small business.
