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"Whichever way we approach the problem, everyone

  • "Whichever way we approach the problem, everyone here is going to get screwed," moaned Pete. Sophie sucked on her mint reflectively. "How about we draw a bubble on a flip chart and
  • --" "You've suggested that before, Sophie," Pete growled. "It won't solve this! Stop sucking that mint and just-- just tell me, what the hell do we DO?" He collapsed in tears.
  • Sophie's onion breath was tear-inducing, but collapsing was melodramatic, even for Pete. He crushed her bag of prescription mints. Great, now Sophie was growling too. The neighbors
  • died two days ago, asphixiated by Sophie's killer breath while she was practicing her operatic scales. Pete himself was not sure how he was still alive. He sucked in air & held it
  • carefully, letting it smoothly seduce his uvula. The oxygen was so good; he hated to let it go. The next breath was putrid olive loaf breath, straight from Sophie's gut up his nost
  • Rils while waiting for Dr. Fugg. It was exactly 3:55pm! "Time flies when you're having fun", the electrologist quipped as she removed the needles.
  • It was painful and the sudden pain reminded her of this particular, accute, horrible pain she had experienced on the day when Mike
  • had revealed to her that he was really Mannix, PI. She was puzzled at first. The name rang a distant bell way down a long hall with lots of turns in the back of her mind. Mannix?
  • Wasn't he that tail-less cat who used to beg at the back door of the cafeteria for left over tuna salad? To test this theory she held out a can-opener. Sure enough, Mannix stood on
  • his hind legs revealing he had no tail and was in fact a cat. It didn't matter. Mannix was her long lost soulmate. She slung him over her shoulder and invested in tuna shares.

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