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"Joe," asked Ben, nervously glancing around the road into
Virginia City.
"Are you sure you correctly read that invitation to the dance?"
Little Joe puffed out his smooth, musclar, bronze-tanned bare chest, proud
as a peacock, and replied, "Sure I read it right, Pa.  Don't you worry none.
We sure are going to have a great time at the 'Bare Dance' tonight."

Lori H.


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