Coming to work this morning a girl sat up in the passenger seat of a parked car, she looked a bit confused as though just woken. She was dressed like a chorus girl from a German nightclub in the 1930's. I think she was one, tricked into a time machine by a mad nuclear scientist who promised her the world and now here she is, trapped in the future with nothing but a silky basque to protect her from the elements. Good job it's a nice day.
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