I  times Gustav Ungerland o me tion rack doom McInnes and ask ails about icle in tried to locate its aut o go on ter receiving my letter, tor of t Journal of Myty replied t o for on to t not. y, tment said McInnes  in ter, and left no fortempts at contacting Brian Ungerland proved equally frustrating. I couldnt very er tess for information about er asking around toold me t Brian  Fort Sill, Oklaudying o blohere were no Ungerlands in our local phone book.

    Fortunately, ots. tess alked me into going back to sco begin in January. Sold tentive and affectionate. e celebrated registering for classes by splurging on dinner and Cmas sy. Arm in arm, oment Store, miniature animatronic scenes played out in an endless loop. Santa and  ters circled atop an icy mirror for all eternity. e stopped and lingered before one display—a , proud parents kissing under tletoe. Our oed on and tic bliss.

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    quot;C t;

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    quot;Call my o belong to ot;

    quot;Youre a very literal person sometimes.quot;

    quot;I dont t;

    quot;No, you dont. Most people pick up on subtleties, but you operate in anot;

    But I kne kno beneat. Or a misery t urn on me and expose my secret. Yet tesss  of me desired to unpack t, to tell  Gust