Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Eggstremely Fine Young Fellow

At lunch Gus produced some paper work. “Is this more egg stuff?” I asked.

“Nope.” He replied. “I think I have that under control. I need you to write me a letter of recommendation. For the professor job.”

Gus left the papers, a pen and confusion for me.

What am I going to do? They wouldn't really hire him, would they?

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