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»I remember lobbing a sardine across the room where it sailed straight down the cleavage of one of the Shangri-Las. But she didn't miss a beat. She just picked it out and carried on talking. Martha Reeves of the Vandellas was also there. She was wearing a wig, and lots of cole slaw and God-knows-what-all was flying through the air, so she was cowering behind a sofa. But she soon came out clutching a long loaf of French bread and took up a softball stance. Oh, it was a marvellous party.« – Dusty Springfield
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