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W.E.N.C.H.E.S.” “Eh?” “Women’s Emergency National Corps, Hospitality & Entertainment Section,
and no longer doubted that I was male.” He grinned wryly. “I was staring down nurses’ necklines.”
“I’d say, ‘Get those goddam reindeer off my roof!’ Shove it, Pop—
I had fetched the bottle we bet (after all, I won it) and
Ancestors Are Just People.

