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    I LOVE Easter weekend. A RAINBOW colored CAT walked into the living room. My poor BABY girl thought it was CHOCOLATE and tried to take a big bit out of it. You can only imagine how the cat responded.

    I messed up. Let's try this again.

    I watched a partridge pick a berry from the bush only a couple feet from my house. I had a good view of my surroundings. I could see everything through my cupola window on my storm shelter. I quickly put my boots on and ran outside. Finally, we were in luck. The radiation had cleared enough to support life again. Another week and my family would have starved to death.

    chapterhouse
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    Ronnie was in trouble—big trouble. As a new member of Kappa Phi Omega, he should have known better than to get drunk again, rampage through the chapterhouse and knock over the fraternity’s guiding spirit, a semi-clothed, silver-painted statue of the god Priapus, causing Priapus to lose a hand. The amputation could have been much worse, Ronnie thought with a chuckle, but the drip-drip-drip of his stupid actions merited more than a chuckle. He was nearing the hour of his expulsion from the fraternity.


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    Gerry waved off the offer of another beer. "No more draft for me, B'y. Me plimsoll line's been breached tree rounds ago."

    Gerry was from Newfoundland, and his speech patterns could discombobulate anyone not from "Da Rock". Experience led me to deduce that Gerry figured he'd had enough to drink, although if the cerise hue that had overtaken his nose was any gauge, he'd reached that stage a lot more than three beers ago. Still, he held it well.

    "Welp..." The old man struggled to his feet. "...best be gettin' home 'fore da missus get vexed wit me. Morra?"

    "Yep, tomorrow", I agreed. I watched his short, barrel body teeter its way between the tables and out the door.

    He turned right, out of sight, and a moment later a car squealed past the bar's window, heading the same direction as Gerry. There was loud "Bang!", and the bar patrons froze as one, as though someone had hit the Pause button, all probably thinking the same as I was: A backfire? But it sure sounded like a gunshot.

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    He couldn’t understand it. It was still April, but this was a scorcher. The temperature had reached 100 degrees F (38 degrees C). He went outside and looked up at the sun. It was almost red. He could settle into a lawn chair and bask in the unexpected warmth, but he thought it might be more than a little dangerous. Once, in Iraq, a fellow soldier had been so badly wounded they had to transfuse what looked like gallons of blood to save him, and the sun—which looked just as red as this—made everything especially horrific. He didn’t want to be petulant about it, but he suspected something was wrong with the planet.


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    I was window-drooling at shoes, covetously eyeing a pair of olive suede boots, estimating how many more pairs of four-inch spike heels I could indulge in before my feet needed professional help. I couldn't presume to understand what sort of mental machination would eventually lead someone to become a podiatrist. Why was it "podiatrist" but "pedicure"? Shouldn't pediatrics involve feet instead of children? My mind was wandering. Squirrel.

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    She would serve as the nucleus of his plan. Her body—an effigy of Aphrodite—would be mounted on this post, the first of many who would line this wax museum where ignorant fools trod, not knowing of his greatness, thinking they were seeing a sculptor’s statues, not suspecting what actually lay beneath the perfect surface, for his work was so brilliant he would leave no flaw, no scar to show how lovingly he had treated his beautiful victims.


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    New Fish; Learning About Thick Skin
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    reevaluate*
    punk
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    I'm afraid I'm going to deflate if not reevaluate my primal urge to play punk music on my tuba.

    credence
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    The costume director needed something "spectacular". Apparently what Ruby had produced the first time around didn't simply fall short, it was "horrendous". When Ruby Macbeth had become involved in the theater, she'd wanted drama, not melodrama. She wasn't one to swear, but the extremist personalities she had to cope with every day were reminiscent of the openings at the termini of a natal clefts. Screw it, just say it--they were assholes.

    The director had summoned her five minutes ago, issuing a shrill "Macbeth!" that Ruby had heard three rooms away. Panting from rushing, Ruby pushed backwards through the costume room door, cradling the newly designed dress she hoped would get the director off her case.

    But the director obviously wasn't going to be on anyone's case anymore. There had apparently been someone who hated the woman even more than Ruby did, because the director sat slumped in her desk chair, the front of her sweater saturated in blood from the gaping slash across her neck. Guess the old bat should have given more credence to the superstition that you should never say "Macbeth" in a theater.

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    After climbing for three hours, he was beginning to feel faint. He reached into his rucksack and pulled out what he thought was a tuna sandwich. But it wasn’t tuna. It was a hideous purplish color. Who had packed this rucksack, anyway? It must have been the gremlins. They had begun to torment him weeks ago. Why? The most rudimentary reasoning told him that he had done nothing to offend the gremlins, yet they kept beleaguering him. Why? If he had eaten the hideous sandwich, they would be gloating now. He threw it down a ravine. Even without food, he would make it to the top of the mountain by tonight.

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    Sarah's friends--eight of them, because it was her eighth birthday--were getting out of hand. Margaret decided to rein them in by announcing cake time. She plopped a gargantuan dollop of whipped cream onto the top layer of Angel Food, but the cake was still warm. The voluptuous mound of cream began to slump, flaccid swags drooping slowly over the cake's sides.

    Margaret hurriedly sliced portions and served them onto plates before the originally fluffy topping dissolved into liquid. She palmed two plates and pivoted away from the table toward the crowd of little girls, who were engaged in a pretend ballet production involving little choreography and much freestyle leaping, spinning and bumping into each other.

    The foot at the end of an overly-enthusiastic arabesque shot up from behind Margaret to slam into her right elbow, flipping the plate from her right hand onto the floor. Barkster, who had been waiting hopefully under the table, leaped to his feet and scarfed up half the mess, then ran into the living room with a paper plate dripping whipped cream. Margaret started to dash after him when the doorbell rang. Through the window she could see Alan, the handsome single father of one of the guests, a man in whom Margaret had an intense interest. Oh, god, why now?

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    persuasion
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    Increasing her alimony was not enough persuasion to quell her pursuit to flaunt her ability to make me poor.

    regurgitate
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    She didn't want to waste the evening listening to some speaker of supposed eminence regurgitate other people's research. She had probably already read the original works. But it was a peccadillo of her husband that she accompany him to any university-related function. The wife was part of the image.

    However, it wasn't such petty annoyances that had come to estrange her from the quagmire her marriage had become. There were larger issues, like female grad students. An image of a wife was all she was, now.

    particulate
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    “This will be a highly unusual assignment,” Monahan said. “You are to pose as—“

    “Pose!” Chu Hua winced. “The last time I posed as somebody, I was shot!”

    Monahan cocked an eyebrow. “Because of an unfortunate computer error in Cheongju. Now, we need absolute realism. You must appear to know nothing about government, be interested only in your practical household chores. You need to be totally above suspicion—and without any hint of sex appeal.”

    “Thanks for the compliment.”

    His other eyebrow flexed. “It’s only a role. You will be assigned as the maid of the Botsuanan envoy to Pyongyang, and all you need to--”

    “Do I have to sleep with anybody?”

    “I told you—no sex appeal. The envoy is known to receive official documents every morning at nine. He reads them and shreds them. Next Monday, he will receive a document from the secret service of Kiribati. Before he is able to shred it, you will substitute something I will give you. We must have every bit of the original document. You cannot allow the tiniest particulate to reach the shredder. You leave tomorrow.”

    “And if I refuse?”

    Monahan smiled. “I assume you’re joking.”


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