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Dearest Dwarfs: By Claire Bonderud There are many reasons why I left you all. Seven, in fact. And then some. Yes, it's true; you helped me in my time of peril; homeless, you brought me into your shabby home. In turn I cooked, I cleaned, I scrubbed, sanitized socks, scraped mouldy mildew off the kitchen floor, who am I, Cinderella? Now, let's get down to business. Sleepy; if you didn't stay up all night watching the mating rituals of rare African creatures on the Discovery channel, you wouldn't have your little problem, now would you? Doc; how dare you call yourself a doctor, I know for a fact you never went to Harvard Medical scho

Staff Meeting By Claire Bonderud They were all to meet in the staff room at 8:00 in the morning. Math came in first and on time, right on the dot of 8, not a millisecond too late. Secretly, he had been waiting outside until it reached 7:59 and 25 milliseconds; he had calculated the time it would take for him to take two steps into the room, which took approximately 45 milliseconds. Drumming his fingers to the syllables of rhom-bus, History with his wife, Social Studies, shuffled in at 8:32. They nodded and acknowledged each other's presence, starting the old round of small talk. "Awful weather, isn't it?" Chuckled History, as he adjusted