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Trisha Trousseau was foraging in the forest. She was looking for truffles. She saw a doe. She stopped. Lovely dear, leafly so luvly groovy.

Trisha Trousseau was driving in her new Porshe, feeling the free air. She liked her newfound freedom. So she was a loser in life. Her father was dead. Her mother was dying. Percy was a loser. 

She was looking for her marbles.

lookingdown the glass dovely, she found a bottle. It was lettered in divine.

was she anna livia plurabelle... bells of amherst.

-so you'd like to become a professor of law at Yale?

-yes.

-and you drive a Porsche.

-yes.

-what are your qualifications?

-skulls and bones, cia, mossad.

-anything else?

-my mother is dying.

Trisha looked up, then down,then she almost completely broke down. tears heal so soft, raindrops.

-it is her dying wish that i do something useful.

-we don't need any more professors.