The same as ours, except it       
doesn’t seem to do anything but rain in
Dorkland. As a matter of fact, it’s    
been the headline news for weeks, and  
that pretty much sums up your whole    
life, doesn’t it?                      
     It kinda does, but shouldn’t I say
something nice here, you know, like how
you give me all the sunshine I need,   
and those rain drops are really just   
tears of happiness, or something sappy 
like that?                             
     Hmm, those aren’t too bad for a   
dork.                                  
     Ok, enough with the dork jokes,   
please, and besides, I’ve always worn  
jeans. I’ve got some on right now, damn
it.                                    
     I know. That’s what’s so confusing
about it.                              
     Whatever. Now please, let me      
* concentrate, so I can find where she...  
Fuck!                                  
     Now what?                         
     Now I’ve got to start adding      
context. Fuck!                         
     Context?                          
     “You’ll see. Settings... settings?
Ok, there we go, click, click, click,  
aha and voila! There you go my love,   
quotation marks and all that other     
jazz.”                                 
     “Nice, but now, about this arch-  
enemy thing. What’s up with that? She’s
like what, fourteen-years-old? How can 
you possibly hate a fourteen-year-old?”
     “I know, I know, but I don’t hate 
her, Beth. She’s just diabolical, and  
if you don’t watch her like a freakin’ 
hawk, she’ll be running this place, and
then we’ll be out on the street, shov- 
eling dirt for peanuts.”               



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