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[November 24, 2007]  ^"It's November again," said Dud, waving his empty cup at Loretta for a refill. We'd seen him in this mood before, but not since his marriage to Anita.

"November," Dud said. "The pitfall of the year. What the Indians call the Hunger Moon. A time of unemployment and disasters of the heart. A time when novels about suicide should be written."

"Whoa there, Dudley!" said Steve. "What brought this on?"

"Steve," he said, sincerely, "didn't you ever notice that whenever you're really broke, it's November?"

"Can't say that I have."

"Didn't you ever notice that women always break up with you in November, even if they wanted to clear back in July?"

We shook our heads.

"Dud," said Doc, "is everything all right at home?"

"Oh... sure."

"Job going all right?"

"Well... yeah. Got a raise, actually."

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"You need a loan or something?"

"No... I'm OK."

"Then why are you in such a down mood?"

"Because it's November," he said.

"November is also the time for Thanksgiving and fall colors and families getting together, you know."

"You know why we celebrate Thanksgiving at the end of November?" Dud said, sighing.

We shrugged.

"Because we're so happy it's almost December."

"I wonder of Loretta could slip a pill into his coffee this morning," Doc said.

We all sighed. Sometimes Dud could ruin a picnic, I swear.

[Text from file received from Slim Randles]

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