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Another Dinner Party wish is about to be answered…

“The stupid is strong in this one.”

Augustine Stiles held a lined index card in one hand, fanning his interminably moist face. He never actually sweated. His skin seemed to ooze slime like a frog. Augustine held the card out to his personal secretary.

“That’s not your usual selection criteria,” Jasper accepted the card from Augustine’s outstretched, clammy, hand.

Carefully reading the wish – written in a clumsy, childish script with a surprising number of misspelled words in such a short paragraph – Jasper merely nodded his head in agreement.

“Not so much stupid as naïve,” he said. “I’ll begin preparations tomorrow.”

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