Boat trip<BR>
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"This is YOUR fault." Daria said<BR>
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"My fault!" Jane replied. "You were the one who suggested a private post-graduation cruise!"<BR>
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"Yeah, but you chartered the boat. Therefore, it's your fault. And don't get me started on the food."<BR>
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"How was I to know that the 'elegant meal' was going to be canned food?"<BR>
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"Canned food is right," Daria groused. "One kind of food. Tons of cans of it."<BR>
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"Lots of vitamins in it though. Look at the captain."<BR>
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Daria looked up at the pilot house of the small tugboat they were on. The captain was a short, elderly man with thinning red hair, one eye, a humongous chin, and bulging forearms the size of New Jersey. He puffed happily on a corncob pipe as he piloted the ship.<BR>
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"Jane?"<BR>
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"Yeah, Daria?"<BR>
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"Shut up and pass the spinach."