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With the

 

same joy

as someone

who'd just

discovered a

brand new

bodily function,

she comes

running into

my lab,

You've got

to see

this! I

gaze back

into her

magnified myopia.

What is

it this

time? No,

I really

mean it!

I sigh.

This better

be good.

It is!

Trust me

She says as she breathlessly unscrolls a chart with red black

and green traces on it and stretches it across the lab floor because

there's not enough room to put the whole thing on the bench and

even though the floor is filthy she's not too concerned because

it's the black and green and red traces on the top of it that

are really important and she says DAMN I forgot to

change the green ink cartridge on the chart

recorder and I never in my whole life

ever heard her say DAMN before

so I knew this must be

something really

important and

even

I

begin to

get excited

and help her

flatten the chart

on the floor that keeps

wanting to roll back up from

both ends but we both manage

to tape it in place and the only words

in my vocabulary are words she would never

ever use as I also spot the anomaly that got her

so excited in the first place, and those words are

HOLY SHIT with several exclamation points to em-

phasize how really great the discovery is and I am left

with no option but to decide that she isn't such a little pest.

After All.