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d down her
breasts, genesis superimposed the familiar OCP logo, and said, as the
music faded,
`O... C... P. we know how to do it.'
nikolai kingsley 1991
not (c)opyright... who'd
steal this schlock anyway?
Saturday morning. Little else to do, so i shifted Eva Schwartz - my
volkswagon - out from under the carport, into the back yard, and gave
her a wash and a polish.
i didn't really need a car... after i bought Eva, that brought the
family's auto total to five, including Maximilian the Hillman and my
sister's Morry Minor - five cars between the four of us. It was
ridiculous, but that's just the way it happened, so the least i could
do was to take proper care of Eva.
i didn't start thinking of Eva as a `her', until after the guys at
Bug Heaven had worked Kyoko's over, transforming Kyoko's from a drab mustard-
yellow 76 Superbug into a sleek black convertible goth-mobile. i
used to zoom down the Nepean highway late at night, full of cough
syrup,
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