Claire Malloy subs at her daughter's high school, in the Journalism dept.
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The bell rang once again, and shortly thereafter the room swelled with Photo B, a.k.a. the newspaper photographers. We exchanged the necessary courtesies and they managed to talk among themselves until the class was over. Ho hum. Teaching wasn't all that hard.
Arly is talked in accompanying a group of teens to church camp. A group of women with shaven heads live on the property. One turns up dead. Back in Maggody, the Marjorie the pig is lonely.
Arly Hanks deal with the results of a home town hero singer returning to give a concert.
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Onomatopoeically speaking, the sound was more like that of a balky outboard motor than the traditional storybook simplification of easily pronounceable phonemes, but it had been one helluva night in Maggody and nobody was in the mood to be picky.
Claire Malloy ends up with a baby on her doorstep.
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... "What's more, I have nothing to wear tomorrow. I have a pink sundress, but it's strapless." ... I assured her it would blend in well with customary dress at funerals in Farberville, in that I didn't care.
He tried to remember the polite things to say when a beautiful stranger struck up a conversation about oral sex. None of the obvious replies seemed appropriate for a funeral.
Very humorous story involving a theme park in Florida. And a dolphin. Interestingly, no one had dead animals clamped to their arm in this one...
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Four thousand poinds of ugly Detroit steel on his toes and not even a twinge of pain. Incredible, Pedro thought; the ultimate result of supreme physical conditioning! Or possibly the drugs.