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Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Thomas C. White who wrote (8462)	3/4/1998 12:52:00 PM
From: epicure	Respond to of 71178

"Juan, nosotros barbecuesss giant Cheeckens for comapniees. How many mens you feeding Cheecken? Eess eating cheeckens feeding on mens safe? What about Brain rotting mad cheeckens disease? Safe ees it? Eemelda no want brain rotting, not care so much about companiesss." Juan seemed preoccupied and did not answer. Eemelda decided not to worry about the situation too much, and went back to the small group on the patio. Angeess Gringa was setting the table. She had made little swans out of the napkins. Muy attractive! And Rambi was cutting up the chiken with a chainsaw. What an eye she had for butchery. Eemleda was rarely impressed by other women, but these two were special. Why she had never felt this way before, except ages ago, when her sister Maria Angelica was still alive. Ah, how sad it was that she had been lost in that swamp. They had been looking for leeches, playing with the little pastel ones, as girls do, when all of a sudden the mud began to suck her down. Eemelda remembered the small hand of her sister, still clutching a green leech, gently waving above the muck. Eemelda wiped away a tear.