Date:         Tue, 26 Nov 1996 23:45:29 -0000
From: merideth <merideth@TYRELL.NET>
Subject:      Re: INT: HWY 41

>"Did any of you folks run across a strange fellow earlier, a tall, bald man
>in a t-shirt wearing snake-skin boots?"
>
>The agent waited for a reply as Margaret slowly moved in her seat, edging
>closer to him.
>
"What color was his skin?  And did he ware a hat?  Ya aren't given me
enough to go on, sweetheart."

The agent couldn't tell who had spoken.  Unwilling to tip his hand,
though, he didn't inquire.  "How is his race important, maam?"  he asked.

"Labeling.  Sometimes what's in the bottle doesn't match what the label
says it is."  spoke the unknown voice.

Merideth

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'em."      The Original Hippie

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