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the middle class woman looks

down at her daughter sun

bathing on a high rise and

the ever creasing woman

removes the ash from her

cigarette into a dish.  The daughter

ties together the straps on her

dress and jumps off, so that

the bottom acts as a parachute and she floats

down, showing her g-string to

everyman.  The mother becomes

Vesuvius and the daughter becomes

Napoli and the two never

fight again.