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March 2, 2006
Marsha Quinn had two great loves in her life: dancing, especially exotic dances such as the rhumba and the tango, and bananas. Indeed, her greatest pleasures came when she found herself surrounded on all sides by bananas, bananas of all sizes, shapes, and degrees of ripeness, while engaged in a dizzying foxtrot or salacious mazurka, and would sometimes faint dead away from the excitement of the rhythms and the odor of the ripening fruit. As she lay shivering under her coverlet, her lithe body glistening with Maria's fresh sweat, she struggled to recall last night's banana dance to her mind.