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Cheryl began to explain how her uncle had been a huge influence in her life. Mine too.” I was surprised in a very good way. I was ecstatic. The audience was held spellbound. She started off with an old Bob Dylan classic and continued with a repertoire that included songs by Kris Kristofferson , Leonard Cohen and Pete Seeger. My thoughts were racing out of control. She resumed her position in front of the microphone as her guitar roadie handed her guitar to her and took her bottle of water. I parted the soft, moist entrance to her waiting love canal with my fingers as
