12-04-2018, 12:03 AM
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Bunny: This is it, Dusty-Rose! Our new home!
Dusty-Rose looked skeptical, then again, the little dog always looked confused; it was what endeared her to Bunny in the first place. Bunny sighed as she took in the 50s style cottage. At forty, this was not where she imagined her career would be.
Bunny: I know, I know, but maybe this’ll be momma’s big break! They say stars are born in Del Sol Valley.
Dusty-Rose didn’t look convinced.
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Once she had settled Dusty-Rose into their new home, Bunny went to her gig at the local bar. It had taken a lot for her to convince the manager that the once up and coming, now washed up country singer would go over well with the patrons (”people don’t want to listen to warbling about divorce, dead dogs and wagons, lady!”), but if Bunny was anything, it was persuasive. The bar was empty, but she knew that they would come eventually.
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And they did. Slowly, but surely, patrons would stop to listen to her sing. Perhaps, they thought that she was being ironic, or perhaps Bunny reminded them of a simpler time when singers didn’t wear earrings in their ponytails and sing about vaginal pressure, whatever it was, she was bringing in the customers and the manager couldn’t be happier.
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Bunny: Coming home to your lil face makes everything better!
Dusty-Rose agreed.
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After living on bar food as she settled into her new gig, Bunny felt that it was time to hit the gym. Luckily, the local celebrities hadn’t arrived yet, so the gym was nice and quiet.
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Another woman got on the machine next to Bunny. Bunny took in her unicorn pastel hair and matching leggings.
Bunny: Ma’am, you look fabulous! I’m Bunny, I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure before?
Her name was Maris and it transpired that she had just joined the gym, but would much rather be in the bar next door (Bunny’s workplace). Bunny thought that this was an excellent idea.
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A few drinks later and the new friends stumbled out of the bar, cackling like banshees.
Bunny: …and I said, y’all, I can’t open for Judy Bunch’s gig! She stole my songs and made a heap off my back! And could you believe, it was in the news the next day?
Maris: No way! Seriously?
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