Dakota Suite / Somewhere

It's a rare and special thing to hear the woozy strains of the oboe here at the Lovely Party. Or at least I at think it's an oboe. But what the hell would I know of such matters? All I care about is the effect it has on me, me, me. Which is a delicious sensation of idling dreaminess. Yes.

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