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"Doesn't look like anything to me," he said. |
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"Dammit, Theodore, you're just being stubborn." She pointed to the cloudy substance again. "I say there's something there, and I say I saw it move." |
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It occurred to him that maybe logic would help. "Of course it's moving. It's suspended in liquid; the liquid is moving." |
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"Why is the liquid moving, stupid? The jar is resting on a heavy stone monument. The jar is sealed which means the wind isn't doing it. The earth isn't shaking. So, why is it moving?" |
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Theodore looked first at the jar, then at his wife. He wanted to tell her that it was because of the constant wagging of her tongue, but his better judgment prevailed. Instead he admitted that she was right. It was a sealed container, and there wasn't any tremor in the ground. There was a breeze, but not enough to make the jar shudder. Finally he admitted that he didn't know. In the end he figured that was the only answer that would satisfy her. |
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"I don't like this the least little bit," she announced. |
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