Andalusite
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Little Old Lady: There I was, sitting there in my swing on my front porch on a warm spring evening, when a young man comes creeping up on the porch and sat down beside me. Defence Attorney: Did you know him? Little Old Lady: No, but he sure was friendly. He started to rub my thigh. Defence Attorney: Did you stop him? Little Old Lady: No, I didn't stop him. Defence Attorney: Why not? Little Old Lady: It felt good. Nobody had done that since my Albert died some 20 years ago. Defence Attorney: What happened next? Little Old Lady: He began to touch my breasts. Defence Attorney: Did you stop him then? Little Old Lady: No, I certainly did not! Defence Attorney: Why ever not? Little Old Lady: His touching made me feel all alive and excited. I haven't felt that good in years! What happened next? Little Old Lady: Well, I was feeling so 'spicy' that I just laid down and told him 'Take me, young man. Take me now!' Defence Attorney: Did he take you? Little Old Lady: Hell, no! He just yelled, 'April Fool!' And that's when I shot him, the little bastard.
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