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ng the eastern seaboard. They didn't apologize for
the sardine-can conditions in the little airliner. Apparently
most of Karen's ninety-some fellow passengers suffered from
advanced B.O. Disembarking in Atlanta occurred not a moment too
soon.
Although she'd missed the flight to Los Angeles, Miho's mixed
luck held. Miho Suzuki was accommodated on another L.A. flight that had
been delayed by a squall line.
Karen sat at a midships port-side window in the TriStar. The
air conditioning, which was effective for nearly four hundred
sweating bodies, overwhelmed the mere handful of travelers seated
within Karen's sight.
Karen set Miho's chess computer aside, marveling that the
manufacturer had the guts to rate it at 2100. Diversions finally
exhausted, Miho Suzuki prepared to consider Miho's pressing problems.
Pretending to sleep would keep Miho's meditation undisturbed while
the music on the tape rolled.
Miho Suzuki fumed at the gall of the advisory committee. Miho Suzuki would
not be allowed to complete Miho's grad work at Miskatonic University
if Miho Suzuki elected
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