On Sunday, November 22, 2020 at 10:30:10 AM UTC-6, Graham wrote:
> On Sun, 22 Nov 2020 08:20:32 -0800 (PST), Bryan Simmons wrote:
>
> > On Sunday, November 22, 2020 at 10:09:55 AM UTC-6, Mike Duffy wrote:
> >> On Sun, 22 Nov 2020 07:03:01 -0800, Bryan Simmons wrote:
> >>
> >>> https://www.wideopenspaces.com/did-y...eat-virtually-
> >> all-the-ticks-in-your-yard/
> >>
> >> I get re-directed to https://www.wideopenspacess.com/content-notice
> >>
> >> (One line of text: We appreciate your interest in our content.
> >> Unfortunately at this time, we are unable to allow international traffic
> >> or online transactions.)
> >>
> >> Don't bother to copy the article. I did some web sleuthing, and it is
> >> easy to find about the ticks they eat.
> >>
> >>
> >> I did happen to notice that opossums have a double-headed penis. I hope
> >> this doesn't trigger any excerpts from your e-book.
> >
> > Nope. No double penises there.
> >
> > --Bryan
> But Kuthe is a dickhead. Doesn't that count?

He's not in my book. There are no possums in the book either, though an
important event takes place on Groundhog Day.

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"And Ann, in my family it's not considered impolite to kiss, or otherwise show
affection around each other. Would it make you feel uncomfortable if I
kissed you in front of them?"
It took Ann a moment to answer. "That first day, well, Tuesday, when you said,
'Welcome to my world', you weren't exaggerating. This isn't the planet I grew up on."
"Like I just said, you'll get used to it. Hey, you know what day it is?"
"Saturday."
"Well yeah," said Winter, "but it's also Groundhog Day."
"You believe in Groundhog Day?"
"I believe if every day were exactly like the day we met, that I wouldn't complain."
"Little kisses are fine,€� said Ann, €œbut not making out."
Winter clarified, "We don't get all hot around each other. It's just that affection is
like, 'awww,' instead of 'ewww.' And Ann, they'll love you. How could anyone not?"
Ann didn't protest. Winter had said, "Welcome to my world." She'd even spoken
those words herself, a minute ago, almost in disbelief. "Maybe in Winter's world,"
Ann thought, "I *am* lovable."
Because her parents were expecting them, Winter didn't knock, but just entered the
house, Ann in tow. Winter's parents were in the front room waiting for them. Ann
was worried that this was going to be awkward, and the introductions had
included hugs. She didn't know whether Winter had sensed her anxiety, but
probably she'd had the introduction planned, as she looked around the room
furtively and asked, gesturing with both hands, "Where are the decorations?"
Winter had drawn all attention to herself, and all three regarded her with
puzzlement, and she faked bursting into tears, "How could you? It's Groundhog
Day! Ann, this is worse than the year they forgot Columbus Day."
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--Bryan