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To: Jacques Chitte who wrote (8284)	2/27/1998 7:30:00 PM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (2) of 71178

"You know I don't like bad news. Skip it and tell me the good." She was impressed by the Bub standing before her; his waist no longer sported the extra poundage that she had noticed months before when she sat on him and carved her name on his inner thigh, and he was tanned a deep bronze, the bear grease gleaming in his hair and reflecting off the spots where it had dripped on his well-defined shoulders. She admired the Demi Moore GI Jane cut. "I really like that hairstyle--I've been thinking about getting mine done like that. WAshing mine in mountain streams and rivers is a real pain." Rambi thoughtfully crushed a leech between her strong toes. "So have you been trailing me since last October? And how did you find me?" Her eyes narrowed. "Don't tell me She Who is a Contemptible Curse called you. I am really going to have to do something about her." Bub would have liked to take the credit for tracking her across continents but his innate honesty compelled him to admit that the Fearful Fainthearted One had contacted him and begged him to watch over Rambi. "Akchually, Ah was in 4A raht behahnd you on the plane." "Ha. You're the reason I couldn't get that waitressperson to refill my wine glass. They kept looking right past me til I grabbed one back in her little kitchen and told her to just give me the bottle. Well, I suppose you might as well come along. I want to get there by nightfall." Tears filled her beautiful eyes and she bravely blinked them away. "I have to get to my DryGulch." Bub willingly set out behind her; life would be a lot easier tracking her like this and he was in the mood for a little action. "Now tell me your news," she demanded, as she drew a knife from her thong and whacked off the head of a boa constrictor silly enough to try to wrap itself around her neck.

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