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July 07, 2007
La Cucarocha
Dear Mona [Chis' Mama at the office],
The very dead cockroach, which rested peacefully in the lobby of our temporary apartment building, mysteriously disappeared on Independence Day. It had been there long enough to, at least partially, decompose. I hear that you and Chis had a plan to spoil my anthropological study by moving the dead cockroach to make me write about it, which was still there many days after we had moved in. Always there to greet me when I arrived, and always there to say its special "Have a nice day" when I left. While I admire the conspiracy that you and Chis had planned, I know full well that there is no way, not in a million, trillion, zillion years, that Chis would ever, ever, ever touch a dead cockroach. There is no issue. Not even with a tissue.
Not even with hermetically-sealed rubber gloves.
Nice try, dear Mona, but you and Chis will have to try harder next time.
With love and affection,
Keep up the SmartWater,
And the stairs,
Dave
Posted by dave at July 7, 2007 07:31 PM