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Dinner was quiet.
Afterwards, Blair cracked open his fortune cookie.
He read it, then smiled.
He paused, then snorted.
The snort turned into a laugh.
He was soon holding his sides and laughing so hard he was gasping for breath.
Jim picked up the fortune.
~~It is better to have a chicken tomorrow, than an egg today.~~
Huh?
Jim glanced at his hysterical Guide.
"Sandburg! What's so funny about this fortune?"
Blair gasped out his reply.
"You're. Suppose. To add. In bed. Too a. Fortune.
Jim blinked, then he cracked up too.
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