Bessie ambled at a clop while I waved at the state fair spectators. She bolted in terror at a loud noise and I fought for control. When the carriage overturned, I ended in the hospital. Velocity doesn’t hurt.
It’s the sudden stop.
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Diplomatic Corps Dinner
The protein on the reception plate wriggled its tiny legs when Carl probed it experimentally with a fork. He discreetly shifted the course aside and covered it with a napkin. Suspect cartes du jour are a frequent defect at interplanetary ambassador receptions.
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