We all sat there stunned. Some crying. Some

We all sat there stunned. Some crying. Some thinking, remembering. Then he opened his eyes again
-st all odds because his eyes were superglued shut. Veins popped out his neck, his face quivered, he pulled his eyelids apart with a scream, and finally he could see. Except a la
rge clump of dirt fell on him at that moment and darkness returned. He was being buried alive! He tried to shout but managed to swallow a handful of soil instead.
Dirt and soil were synonymous, according to the Thesaurus. Roget seized the day and scooped the dirt into a bucket, then planting tomatoes. He was most relieved, thanking Roget.
Roget's Spirit oiled the wheels of language,whispering just the right word in ears to nuance discussions & prevent misunderstanding. He was at war with Antiroget,devil of Antonym's
Anonymous, a support group for individuals who obsessively need to say the opposite. "Isn't the weather pleasant?" asked Jen. "It sucks," replied Sal. "It exhales!" insisted Alex.
"It chokes!" said Dianne in alarm and fell to the floor, leaving the others standing around her bemused. "Well that was a bit over dramatic." Jen said unimpressed. "She could...
have just started the lawnmower instead of going into this whole strangulation thing. Jeez, Dianne!" smirked Jen. "She does this every time it's her turn," said Wally as Dianne's
agent. "Isn't she a-MAZ-ing?" Jen didn't think so, but given Dianne's grass-mowing theatrics, she merely nodded. "Look!" continued Wally. "Dianne's face is actually turning blue!"
Diane started to think maybe holding her breath while mowing the lawn wasn't the greatest decision she'd ever made. She gasped out and took in a deep breath, coughing for air.

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