The Potential Hazards of Hester Day
A Novel
CHEAP CALLIGRAPHY
When I was seventeen I drove a combustion harvester through my life. Well, to be
honest, I'm not sure if there is such a thing as a combustion harvester, but if
there is, that's definitely the sort of machinery I drove through my life.
It was at the end of June. The sky was overcast, winds were coming from the east,
a little too strong to qualify as typical for that time of the year. There was a
podium set up on the football field. In front of it sat countless acne-ridden,
wide-eyed teenagers -- oversexed, undereducated -- as ignorant as the day they
were born, but with less curiosity and more confidence in their sharpened
intellect than ever. Some kind of music was playing through the speakers --
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