Category: Humor
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The New Tom Sawyer: Reflections on Nights Past and Little Con Artists

Eliott, suddenly spry and awake, began tossing his cars into their bin and going, “YES!”, “NICE!”, and “WIN!”. My heart began to beat faster. I know this story. He looked in August’s direction. August, the Competitive, took the bait.
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SCALE

Dear Mr. Scale, I understand that you actually have no gender, yet I must assign one for this to be as cordial as possible. You see, I have a problem with you. I could have easily said Ms. Scale, Miss, Mrs., etc.– but Mr. seemed to fit. I can yell at a lady, but to a gentlemen, I must…
