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I recently wrote a short story set in the 1980s. It was about a woman who drove a Gremlin, killed for the McArthur's Park recipe, and had a doctor she thought was a quack. Dr. Mallard's frantic messages on her answering machine kept telling her to call him at 867-5309. He arrived with police to give her the antidote to her illness just as her cake was melting on the balcony.
ReplyDeleteAll my 80's friends laughed but the student reviewers had no clue. And AI also had no clue about the humor.
LeftField - What a story!
DeleteNo.2 is just what kind of road trip I did with my parents and uncle Gilles family in a 1959 Chevrolet Impala stationwagon. 4 adults and 7 kids with some in the trunck like those shown here. We never could imagine that we were in danger but only fun to experience.
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