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June 9, 2005

Tanya: Night Flight

I'm flying to Peoria, hidden by darkness to avoid awkward questions. Some of the younger guys have cloaking devices so they can fly during the day, but I'm old fashioned. Been with the company since they were fledglings. I'm retiring next week, actually.

I land in the back yard and rap on the door. Mrs Jacobsen opens it a crack and peeks out. Shrieks. Dashes outside and grabs me about the neck, snatches the parcel away from me, and flees back inside.

I tip my hat to her receding back with one wing as she screams, "George!! It's a girl!!"

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