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    Bitter Endings, Sweet Beginnings: Part Five

    “Ah, but that was on the show,” said Helena smugly, lifting a finger as
    if to accentuate her point. “What of real life? Once at a charity ball
    in Britain meant to raise funds on restoring old castles, I witnessed a
    rather portly man have a heart seizure and then proceed to land on my
    unfortunate mother. She was trapped under him for mere seconds before
    hefting him off her body.” Raising an eyebrow significantly, Helena
    said in tones of utmost solemnity, “I assure you, she possesses an
    unnatural level of Herculean strength.”

    “How portly is portly to you Brits?” asked Alice, narrowing her eyes.
    “This guy could be like 150 and you could think lifting that is
    something worthy of steroid injections.”

    “Portly is approximately 181 kilograms or 400 pounds as you barbaric
    metric system prejudiced Americans would say,” drawled Helena
    humorously.

    “Metric system is different and weird to us and we are a country filled
    with people scared of what is different and especially scared of what
    is weird to us,” said Alice in snippy but playful tones, wagging her
    finger at Helena. “You’ve lived here for years. You can’t tell me you
    didn’t already know that.”

    “I know but somehow I keep thinking that it shall one day miraculously
    change,” Helena replied, smiling. She lifted her eyebrow and playfully
    poked at Alice’s stomach. “You haven’t made your reply. Do you yield
    and admit my mother would triumph in this pointlessly brutal
    competition?”

    “No way,” said Alice, squirming around and pointing her finger in
    Helena’s face who smirked at this and grabbed it in her hand then
    pulled it to her lips for a quick kiss. Pausing at this then shaking
    her head to clear her suddenly foggy mind, Alice said adamantly, “My
    mom would win because of her show. Maybe fat guys didn’t try to get
    jiggy with her in real life but she did tons of fighting on that show.
    You had to have seen the finale for season five. She totally fought
    with that costar Joan something of hers for like twenty minutes in that
    weird ***** underground cave thing. I remember it took forever because
    she got this horrible cold from it and complained about being in that
    freezing water for almost five hours filming that fight. Which means my
    mom has super good endurance. Your mom might be freakishly strong but
    mine could totally hang in there all scrappy and feisty and then when
    your mom got tired she would whack her on the head with a stray coconut
    or something.”

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    1. I’m going to kick some serious a$$ if they don’t stop working you so hard. Just tell me who, and you’ve got it. Tell them you have too many fans, checking daily for your wonderful writing to worry about such things like work or school or paying bills. Have you ever heard of Social Programs, they could help pay your bills, so you can devote all your time to us. LOL So glad to see you back, missed your writing. I’ve said it before; let me be the president of the Dreiser Fan club.

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