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        The frisbee whizzes past you, almost clipping your ear.

        You spin in the direction it came from to find your friends Jim and Kathy standing at the other two points of a triangle.

        "Nice catch, Grandpa," Kathy sneers.

        You turn and start picking your way through the mass of people gathered on the quad, searching for a spot of bright red.  It doesn't take you long to find it.

        Inez is standing in the flow of traffic in the middle of one of the quad walkways, holding the frisbee in her hand as she scans the crowd.

        "Sorry about that," you say, stepping up to her.

        "This is yours?"

        "Yeah.  Nice catch."

        "Nice catch on the back of my skull," she tells you, but she's grinning.

        "That sounds like a neat trick.  Could you teach me?"

        She hands you back the frisbee.  "Too advanced for the likes of you."

        You jerk your head in Jim and Kathy's general direction.  "Some friends of mine and I are just goofing around.  Want to join us?"

        She turns her hand palm-up to check the time; she wears her wristwatch with the face on the inside.  "Half an hour 'til class," she say.  "Sure."

        "Even longer if you skip class," you note.  She comes up and you fall into step beside her.

        "That," she says, "depends on how many times you hit me in the back of the head."

        "I'm bad, but I'm not that bad," you assure her.

        Inez smiles.

        The world fades around you and then reappears.  You're back in the supermarket in front of the florist display case. 

        You muse over the selection for a few moments and then select the

carnations     lilies     roses     tulips

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