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We got back to Phil's house. Phil took off his shoes and prepared to watch the weather. His wife came out from inside the broom closet. "It's going to be cold tomorrow," she said. "Fifty-eight degrees." "Oh, WAY TO GO," Phil snapped. "You RUINED it. All the trouble I went through just to make sure I wouldn't miss it and you go and blow the ending for me. Thanks a lot, you big JERK!" He stumbled off to his room while his wife and I cleaned apple sauce out of the carpet.
© 1997 kyle t. Update! My buddy Chuck writes: "Weirdest thing. You picked a date from 15 years ago, seemingly at random in Improvinovel 15, and it happened to be the exact day my family moved to River Forest. I think it was a Tuesday. We were supposed to move Jan. 3, 1984, but the old guy who owned the house before us stumbled outside on Christmas Eve and froze to death in the snow. It took them three days to thaw the body. True Story." Thanks for
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