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I look down at the bedraggled cluster of neon yellow feathers that Gib so blithely calls a duck suit. Even as I watch, a serrated yellow plastic oval detaches itself from the main mass and floats to the floor.

“Come on, Gib. The duck suit sucks: look, it’s molting!” I shake the suit slightly. Tiny bits of yellow detach themselves and hang in the air like dust motes in a sunbeam.

Gib is unimpressed. He looks at his watch and then starts to walk away without bothering to make eye contact. “One minute. You. Duck suit. Or Mildred gets it.”

I am left holding the pathetic excuse for a duck suit. This is not good. There is no way I am ever going to impress Dorothy if all I ever get to wear is the duck suit. But could I really let Mildred get it?

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  1. Avatar Fyora Cartagan

    Who the heck is Mildred and what is she getting? :P

  2. Avatar The Note Writer

    A punch in the face, probably

  3. Ahfl_icon THX 0477

    Still confusing, but I like the little hints at a further, more complex situation. Thanks for throwing on a sequel.

  4. Avatar Nancy

    Great descriptions.

  5. Avatar cthulhuburger

    Man, this story is so good.

  6. Avatar 32 ^2

    Great, It’s fantastic.
    The very end, get it?, needs to be offset somehow, separated from the context.

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