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To: {California rais'd-in}
From: {bunch of bananas}
Subject: pssssst

Kitty's going to be making the actual announcement . . . soonishly, next couple days, I think, but figured I'd give you an early heads-up since it's, y'know, your state. Her mentor guy got a job out in Caltech and, y'know, just happened, somehow, absent-minded professor and all, to leave some of her stuff out where the other physics professors could see it, and apparently there was a departmental stampede to the admissions office and threats of mutiny if they didn't lure her out there. Which they did. They're letting her start her master's right away and pick up the bachelor's as she goes along, and damn near paying her to attend, and I keep wondering if we could hold out for a free car or something, they're being so accommodating. So it looks like we're gonna be moving out to California maybe early next month, which seems really fast but not when I stop to think about how much we're gonna have to do when we get there to both have jobs and school and, y'know, a place to live, and stuff. But it feels a little weird.

I'm so proud of her, though.

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To: [Soon to be Cali Immigrant]
From: [Cali Emmigrant]
Subject: Good god.

Congratulations to Kitty. That's fantastic! Pasadena isn't too terrible of a city. You'll have to call my parents regularly, you know. They're really good at pestering people who are near enough to visit.

So you're going to be hitting Ali up for a job, I imagine? I can put in a good word for you if you like. I have pull. *g*

Seriously, Jamie, that's fantastic. This sounds like an awesome opportunity for her. Plus you get the bonus of living in the best part of the best state in the union.

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To: {staying where it's cold}
From: {probably going to melt in the heat}
Subject: No kidding.

I am incredibly happy for her--she's going to do so well, though try to tell her that when she's wibbling about it. Heh.

. . . oh, God, Ali's gonna make me interview with Guido, I can just see it now. I'm doomed. Dooooomed.

Hm. Are we talking a free-food kind of pestering, here?

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To: [Farm Boy]
From: [Valley Girl]
Subject: No, really, wow.

Interview with Guido and probably start at the bottom level of the organization. I intend to laugh at you behind your back for months.

Kitty's never really quite understood how brilliant she is, too many other geniuses around here for comparison. Here's her chance to see it.

Very likely but remember, I learned to cook so that they wouldn't have to. Expect reservations to be all they make.

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To: {Kermit}
From: {Gonzo}
Subject: Still no kidding.

Well, that's fair, I'm planning on sending you a nice postcard from the beach, sometime in January.

Damn right, and I'm going to make sure she does, if it means framed copies of the peer reviews on her articles. (I have this bet that she gets her doctorate before I get my bachelor's, by the way.)

And the thing about reservations other people make? Still free food.

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To: [Think He's a Clone Now]
From: [Bein' Green]
Subject: There should be a party

Oooh, that's just mean. No fair mocking me with my own coast.

I'm thinking she'll have it long before I get my masters anyway.

Yes, that's a very good point.

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To: {Also, Not Easy}
From: {There Doesn't Seem To Be Just One Of Me Around}
Subject: Ooh! Excellent idea!

It's totally fair! You'll be laughing about me behind my back!

I haven't really thought about grad school, myself. I mean, the Pokemon approach to undergrad is kinda enough for right now. ;)

D'you think we could make sneaky party preparations while we're waiting for her to announce the good news?

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To: [Born to be a carbon copy man]
From: [Blends in with so many other ordinary things]
Subject: I have many excellent ideas.

But that's mocking me to my face!

That's because you're a freak. I have a focused path.

Um, hello, is water wet? You do remember who you're talking to, right?

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To: {Like green linoleum!}
From: {Or a Xerox Boy}
Subject: You often do.

Yes, which is better than mocking you behind your back, because it's honest, and you know what they say the best policy is.

I'm focused! I'm just, y'know, wide-angle. Panoramic, even.

Um . . . Laura? Lena? It'll come to me in a second. I know this one, honest. Tip of my tongue.

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To: [Noble sidekick of Fax Man]
From: [Linoleum??]
Subject: Because I'm brilliant

Beatings?

Diffused.

Lenore. Duh.

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To: {You said ordinary.}
From: {needs to go recondition the Faxmobile one of these days}
Subject: I don't know if I'd go THAT far.

You win this round. But I'll be back! When there aren't beatings!

Encyclopedic.

That's right. My apologies. I'm writing that down right now.

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To: [Is going to need it in Cali]
From: [Green linoleum isn't ordinary it's tacky!]
Subject: I would.

Mwhahaha!

Scattered.

Be sure that you do.

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To: {Easy to clean, though}
From: {I'm going to need a golf cart in Cali?}
Subject: Well, of course YOU would, that's not the question.

. . . There aren't ever not going to be beatings, are there?

All-inclusive.

You know, you really ought to let the guy with the bust of Athena in his study know where you are. I think he's been worried.

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To: [Lots of golf courses there]
From: [Unimpressed by these parallels]
Subject: I didn't know there was a question.

Of course not. Beatings are fun! And they shall continue until morale improves!

Jack of all trades, master of none.

I didn't like him. He was a whiny brat. I don't endorse emo.

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To: {But I don't golf.}
From: {Unconcerned by your unimpressedness}
Subject: There's always a question.

Beatings are only fun if you're giving them.

Maybe the seven of all trades. Oh, man, I'm gonna have to do the whole rigamarole with the admissions office of wherever I end up, again, showing them how I can manage to take simultaneous classes. Mannnnnnn . . .

I recommend a restraining order, then, he's been sitting there talking to a bird and I'm pretty sure if he ever leaves the room again he's gonna stalk you.

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To: [Picky Picky]
From: [Unperturbed by your unconcern]
Subject: That mopey Danish lad said it was to be or not to be

Your point is?

This time you should tell them that you have a time turner.

I'm pretty sure that I can take him.

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To: {Do you want me turned loose unsupervised in an open area with a bag full of clubs?}
From: {Unfazed by your unperturbation}
Subject: Whatever happened to not endorsing emo?

My point is, when is it my turn to administer the beatings?

Ssh! Quit it! Kitty's supposed to be the Hermione around here!

Yeah, but he's been sitting in the same chair for a really long time, I bet he's all slimy now. Eew.

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To: [Could be his own foursome]
From: [Wouldn't be around to fear you with clubs]
Subject: I'm noting, not endorsing.

Never! It's always my turn!

The brilliant part she's got down cold.

Does sitting in the same place make you slimy?

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To: {I could get somebody here to wave clubs at you.}
From: {would get barred from the course for accidentally beaning other golfers}
Subject: Details, details.

Quit hogging the beatings!

This is what I'm saying.

If you're not sitting in a shower? Yeah, I'd think so.

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To: [Probably would]
From: [Fears no clubs]
Subject: Devil's in them.

Mine, all mine!!

I do recall that you were, yes.

Eeeeeeeeeeeew