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his liquid juggling throat. Kiss that guys ass goodbye, when they get home, said a business man somewhere from the table. What are they talking about, I expressed by asking for everyones cherry and getting what I wanted in the confusion. I always knew that they didn't really want to give up their cherries. The martini man dropped his olive in his mouth as though he wished he had the talent to balance it on his nose. Martini men dropping olives in their final mouths was always the signal it seemed for the closing of the girly shows. Now that the money men were warmed up, out came entertainment for everyone. And who was always the drawing card during the entertainment for everyone? Me. But of course. Me. For I was in the middle of everyones soul. They were all so kind to make my mother smile away a wrinkle. Introducing ladies and gentlemen. There he was again, leaving the martini man in disgust, and me waiting for the sacrifice. Gentlemen and ladies. I caught him. He said it backwards. Introducing the great, and it was for sure the changing man of my weekend nights in his cape again, Felix. What. Felix? Felix is a cat. mom, shush. He moved in a straight line, like a silver dagger, and I forgot his name, when he bowed to my curiosity. It never took the magician men very long to come to me. Their black eyes would peer acroos the many tables, and they would come as if cutting through the uncertainty of winding alleys. Is he ready for deliverence, was the question on their immoveable faces. He was looking over the heads of those at my table and smiling with his eyes thin and his lips barely moving into the flesh of his face. I watched him eveningly; feeling very good about his overpowering presence. With him, my sacrifice would be as free as the robes drifting from his shoulders. I didn't feel so good about all the magicians;