From: echeverr@scf.usc.edu (5150)
Subject: Lost and Found
Date: 22 Jul 1993 20:47:19 -0700

He is searching.  Just searching.  He doesn't find what he wants.

He sees something in the dirt.  He dusts it off.  It is not what he
wants.  He is going to drop it and move on, but someone taps him on
the shoulder.

"Excuse me."  He turns to face the woman.  She is holding something
vaguely familiar in her hands.

"You seem to have found my sanity, and i seem to have found your virginity."

He is embarrassed.  "Terribly sorry."

"Quite all right."  They exchange their found treasures.  They thank
each other, and leave.


5150
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The island's sinking, let's take to the skies.