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Excerpt from "Roger Crumbler Considers His Shave": Roger Crumbler considered his shave. On this his fiftieth birthday, he was pleased that while his stubble became grayer each week, he still had a head of hair -- and it was still dark. The face staring back at him in his bathroom mirror had held up fairly decently for half a century. Though not for the first time he considered minor cosmetic surgery to correct the bags under his eyes, a trait among the men in his family. Was it true that Preparation H reduced the puffiness? There was a kind of logic to that given that hemorrhoids were what? An enlarged vein, right? But what caused those sacks under the eyes? Fluid? He’d have to google that. It was always good to have something new to learn. Working the shaving gel into his whiskers, Roger smiled, mentally outlining the day ahead. At the office he had to do a final review of the Carlson Foundation financials. There had been no major blips on the radar save for some inconsistencies on a pass through grant from a city agency. The Carlson Foundation funded reading programs for low-income youth, and the City of Los Angeles was a partner in that endeavor. Such inconsistencies were not unusual given the accounting procedures of the bureaucrats versus the private sector. This was a minor concern, and he would resolve it with a phone call or two to his City Hall contacts. Yet it was because of
those inconsistencies that he was able to do what he’d done. For him. For
Nanette.
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