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manuscript, nor any of those we'd stolen from other authors at the creative writing seminar. Not that any of them would ever know. We stole them in the future, then came back to

the Circle K and ate a bunch of those cookies that 3 for 99 cents. The clerk chased us out with a pitbull because we tried to pay with Performance Art. Tom was

done with Helen. Their friends Louise and George laughed menacingly at the scene. While Tom had cornered the market on jerky treats, he had lost at love. Suddenly, Louise

shot George a look & threw herself into Tom's arms. "Oh Tommy," she cooed, "Louise just never liked jerky. But I do, Tommy. I adore a good jerk!" George coughed to keep from

throwing up a little in his mouth. Tommy had his hands full quite literally with her and George had to avert his eyes lest the couple think him some sort of pervert. But he was.

A peeper is by nature a clandestine looker, but with no shrubs to hide in, he needed to escape discovery. He did so by pretending to be a surveyor eyeing a point behind them. He

didn't exactly know what a surveyor did so he began making imaginary notes on a notepad in his hand. All the while peeping at them. "Good day!"--the man startled him, but he only

looked up for a second. He continued scratching pretend notes and scrutinising the scene in what he hoped was a manner befitting of an experienced professional, but the stranger

shot him one last look, smiled, turned and glided from the room, closing the huge oak door behind him with a gentle thud.