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- Someone has dropped a scrap of paper that looks remarkably like a shopping list…
- written in English.
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- A stray breeze picks up the list, and it flutters out of your grasp.
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- As you read the list and assimilate its significance, the course of your thoughts runs something like this:
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- 1: Hey! How come MY name’s not on there? He’d better have a pretty good expla…
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- 2: Oh. Could it be I’m not on the guest list because he’s planning to ask me to be, uh, person of honor?
- 3: Damn. Does that mean I have to go out and buy one of those stupid pink dresses?
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- 2: Oh. Could it be I’m not on the guest list because he’s planning to ask me to be best man?
- 3: Damn. Does that mean I have to go out and buy a tie?
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- 1: Hey! How come mine’s just one of a long string of names, some of which I’ve never even heard? Don’t I rate something above and beyond…
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- … and, by the way, Jake ought to know by now that you HATE being called by your real name.
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