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  Snippit of a conversation overheard upon entering Casa New Jersey at the end
        of a long day laboring over a hot computer keyboard and monitor
                                        
“Where's Wlofie?” asked one of The Kids.

“Wlofie?” I said. “Isn't he here?”

“No,” said one of The Kids, eyes wide open.

“He's not?” I said.

“Wlofie isn't with you?” said Spring [1], rushing into the living room, a
look of horror. “You left him at Negiyo⁈”

“No,” I said. “He's outside, smoking a cigarette.”

“Gaaaaah!” said Spring. “Don't do that!”

“Ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch!”

[1] http://www.springdew.com/

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