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◊; Copyright 2003 by Joel Dueck. All Rights Reserved.

◊define-meta[published "2003-12-20" series "marquee-fiction"]

Roger arrived home to find the wallpaper peeling off the top of his kitchen wall,
a startling example of the law of entropy. “More glue,” he thought grimly, as he tripped on the
threshold. When he came to, it was dark outside, & his soup was quite cold.

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◊; Copyright 2004 by Joel Dueck. All Rights Reserved.

◊define-meta[published "2004-01-29" series "marquee-fiction"]

There he was. How many times had Irene watched, in rapt attention, as he had calmly and
knowledgeably predicted a cold front moving in on the ten o’clock news? And there he was, fumbling
for the keys to his ’88 station wagon. All she needed was a pretext.

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◊; Copyright 2004 by Joel Dueck. All Rights Reserved.

◊define-meta[published "2004-03-18" series "marquee-fiction"]

Roger’s eyes welled up. He was peeling an onion & listening to radio news, commenting loudly on
every point. His cat watched, trying to figure out the code, how he responded to what sorts of
phrases, but it was all inscrutable, especially the crying part.

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◊; Copyright 2004 by Joel Dueck. All Rights Reserved.

◊define-meta[published "2004-06-06" series "marquee-fiction"]

Roger stood on the deck, undoing his necktie and looking for the cat. Too late, he spotted it
— nonchalantly trailing a young woman down the sidewalk! Call out, give chase? How awkward, he
thought. Frozen in indecision, he watched them walk away together.

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◊; Copyright 2003–2004 by Joel Dueck. All Rights Reserved.


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