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So, my friend Heather has the hots for this guy; his name is Greg.

But then she finds out he's got more girls going in circles than a storage ring accelerator
has pulsed particle beams—protons, positrons, you name it.

I tell her, "Heather! You need to forget this guy! Who knows what kind of
synchrotron radiation he might be putting out!"

That made her laugh.

"I know, Brooke, you're right," she said mopingly, "but I have this impulse
to do a Caesar and Cilician pirates number on him! Be friends, make him realize that
I'm worth more than 20 talents, develop a connection with him—then later, crucify him! 

Of course, I would cut his throat first so he wouldn't suffer."

"Of course," I said.

"I don't know," my friend Heather sighed, "maybe Euripides was right;
'In this world second thoughts, it seems, are best.'"

She pondered for a moment, then said--

"Look at us, Brooke—two silly girls! We're the epitome of the proverbial blonde joke!"

"Oh, Heather," I comforted her in a soothing tone, "don't worry!
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That made her laugh.

        

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