Madame Bonaparte is a Devil Ray

Ah, sweet Josephine, that Creole vixen. With blackened stubs for teeth (stay away from that sugarcane, kids) and a heart that beats once an hour. The love of Napoleon’s life and as scrappy as Pete Rose. She is in camp this year looking to win a job. Teammates in the past have fought over her affections and she goes on the road with 20 or 25 trunks of clothing, baggage indeed. Will she earn a spot on the roster? A woman that gets married at Notre Dame usually gets what she wants.

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