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To: Janice Shell who wrote (4581)	11/21/1997 11:27:00 PM
From: JF Quinnelly	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

Bilbo gazed longingly at his picture of Alexa, the one with the leather thong he had given her. Bilbo drooled, a common Basset habit. He moaned, and bayed mournfully: " 'Lexa... How could you forget those nights we spent together?" Well, she did forget, obviously. "You cold-hearted bitch", he thought to himself, "I should never have dumped Trixie for you." His nose felt dry and warm. Surely he was simply coming down with something. He knew he shouldn't have eaten that road-kill squirrel this afternoon, but it had been so, so, fresh. "Sigh". Bilbo hauled himself up onto his short, stubby legs, and waddled over to the "I Hate Cats" sign that Alexa had given him, in honor of their deeply shared sentiment. "Ahhhhhh" a warmly satisfying stream of urine washed over the sign. Bilbo began to perk up. "I wonder", Bilbo thought, "if there is any more of that squirrel left?"