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Joan Crawford


Cotter slammed the Ferrari around and headed for the main house and the lobby with its stuffed animal heads. Mrs. Ramsey was behind the desk, her mouth and eyes made up to look like a 1930s Joan Crawford. It wasn't a successful venture.

 Hugh Pentecost (in Murder As Usual)
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