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Norman Saunders on the Road to Rio Pink wings flamingoes and Norman Saunders looked again at his Brazilian skeletons still warm in the snow. Normans Thieves were silver Normans tables were silver and even Normans golden bowls were filled with only the most express scintillations of black coffee. Actually the Thieves had stolen dark red Hudsons Bay trader blankets were completely absorbed in Normans latest copy of fhe Scorlet Whole. Inside Those radiators were still gossiping with the blood bunnies gossiping about all that Nazi jazz until a man ln a white blazer approached Norman Saunders from snow. Pink again The pink wings of insanity. Normans toaster returned these letters white rectangular unburnt.