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Herodotus stared outward at the road in disbelief. Then he glanced back over his shoulder at the suddenly-foreboding door. Shaking his head, he walked slowly down the porch steps and walked over to the snowman. It still showed no signs of thawing. “Hello, McCool,” he said. “My name’s Rod, short for Herodotus. What’s up with Polly, anyhow? She seemed so friendly, then she turns on me and throws me out of the house. And she’s so beautiful I can hardly take my eyes off her. But she acts so damn weird. She’s obviously rich, she’s obviously talented, but she doesn’t seem to have any pretensions. Except about her last name, I guess. What’s with that, I wonder? “And she’s so mysterious. Weird things happen all around her and she takes them all for granted. Take you, for instance. No offense mea
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