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The Judybats: Down in the Shacks Where the Satellite Dishes Grow
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So I'm still halfway through my first pot of coffee when Top Management starts reading a beloved book to the youngest two.
The current chapter opens with "There they were out in the schoolyard—free!"
I immediately mutter, “no one’s really free.”
They all look up at me with…expressions. The Golden Weasel and the Brawn say sternly, “father.”
This is why it's best for all concerned if I go away to drink my coffee.
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