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The Nerves Are Like Telegraph Wires.

The blood is like Morse Code, and the receiving organs much like semaphore flags.

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The Wonderful Fly.

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Learning A New Word.

That’s no way to learn a new word, Nerd! The way to learn a new word is to sound out the word you learned in the third bathroom stall of your elementary school to your mother during your after-school snack, and get yelled at very loudly.

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What Mrs. Trueworthy Said.

“I was hoping for something a little more…well, how are we supposed to show up at the Methodist picnic without looking like fools?”

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Witchcraft.

Margaret put the finishing touches on the centerpiece spread. Her husband was bringing home the boss that evening, and she wanted everything to be special. It was going to be hard not to use her witchcraft that night, but she lit a candle, just in case she had to call upon her myriad of effeminate uncles and her meddling mother from the ether.

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That’ll Show ‘Em.

“Hmmph,” said Julie, reaching for another implement. “Those kids will soon be sorry they called me Cooters all those times when their limbs are scattered all over Grover Falls. Now…should the red or the blue wire be the detonator?”