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Thursday, December 01, 2016

it's by Shirley Jackson

Last night I told Ming and Mom the story of "The Lottery" which I thought was by Flannery O'Connor.  Oops, just looked it up.

It was a real downer.  I told them how I read it at school--it wasn't assigned, I was just flipping through the book.  When I got to the end, I nearly peed my pants.

So then as an antidote I told them a different story.  About the guy who's walking through the forest and meets a satyr.  He can blow on his hands to warm them and blow on soup to cool it.


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