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But in the version of Earth that they had

  • But in the version of Earth that they had just slid to, Microsoft and Apple had both failed miserably. The resulting vacuum had been filled by Timex-Sinclair, and, now T/S 10000s
  • dominated New Earth's economy. Luckily, I had a great stockbroker who'd had enough foresight to invest in Timex-Sinclair right before they boomed, which meant I was rich beyond
  • Bill Gates's wife's imagination. With this money I could finally indulge the fantasy that has kept me going, through the loss of my elbow and two bouts with cancer. This fantasy
  • is that my toes are mice and my fluffy friends. Melissa Gates hates rodents so I blagged that the money was for a new bakelite elbow. "Why are your shoes squeaking so much?" she
  • asked. I shrugged. Meanwhile my toe-mice kept squeaking. Once Ms. Gates looked away, I surreptitiously slid thin slices of Gruyère into the heels of my shoes, hoping to soothe them
  • with a bit of cheese. Of course the Gruyère only worsened the already atrocious smell of mysocks, but at least the tiny mice on my feet had stopped squeaking now.
  • They found the drunken goat cheese really tasty, as well as Limberger. My grandfather would have been quite pleased. My grandmother would have been mortified to know that stinky
  • Limberger was now hanging out with wine-swilling French soft cheeses. Some cheeses get stronger with age but Limberger was
  • only becoming softer and runnier, which along with his stench only seemed to impress the French cheeses all the more. How I hated him! When the green fuzz sprouted on Limberger's
  • patina I knew my worse fears had come true. I would have to leave my old cheese shop and wander the cheese maker's Path once again to find My Whey. If I stayed I would curdle.
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2013-02-12 15:34:26
Finished
2016-11-07 03:55:07

1 Comments

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    LordVacuity Nov 07 2016 @ 03:57

    Now we know why, ever, the cheese must stand alone.

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