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-There were seven brides for seven brothers. But the seven brides were
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-actually matryoshki, one inside another.
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+Mrs. Veliociraptor was having Mrs. Utahraptor over for some incredibly
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+pleasant afternoon tea. The scones were fresh and smelled of blueberries
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+and strife and the sugar-cubes were just old enough that they gave off the
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+most delicate moaning noise when separated.
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-Sometimes after the brothers had too much to drink, they'd hide inside
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-the bigest one and pretend they belonged on a grandmother's shelf. She
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-didn't notice once.
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+"Rather afraid the mice got to the cake. Left it on the lower shelves
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+by mistake."
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+"Oh, bother!" Mrs. Utahraptor replied. "That was the cake you were telling
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+Mrs. Pterodactyl about, weren't you? A post-structuralist screed with a
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+frosting of hedge funds?"
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+"No. I made that cake last month for the widow of ol' Mrs. Smilodon, rest
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+her soul. No, this one was a long brown one--hazelnuts, cinnamon, and
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+mondegreens of songs you heard from your parents' room when you were
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+young and have never heard since."
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+"Mrs. Deionychus has a good one. It's fear, hanging cadence and possible
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+lovers who have forgotten your face and whose sudden unexpected appearance
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+on the street drowns you in a flood of possible realities just out of
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+reach of a time you can barely remember."
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+"Ooh, that *was* a good one. I liked her almond, too."
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+They talked for a while longer, but before long their speech was
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+mathematical symbols, so who knows what they were saying for sure?
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Getty Ritter