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Pulling the Wool Over the
Eyes of Almost Everyone

Phil was having none of it
today. “This could be your
worst book ever,” he practic
ally spat, once he got Jay all

to himself at the donuts table. “I
know,” he drawled with a devil-
may-care grin and half a donut
on his tongue while somehow man

aging to twirl his mustache, all this
while exhaling that fake Alabaman
accent that had so captured our
Phil back in the days before the two

had slipped into their own personal
world war. “But could you not see
how closely I held onto them with
my every word?” Phil was practically

beside himself over what next to say.