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Enoch Root wrote:

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My mother couldn't explain the seemingly rapid disappearance of her
cache of corn starch when I, unbeknownst to her, would sneak baggies of
it down to the creek bed to huff it out my mouth at a candle held before
my face--much to my inner pyromaniac's delight.

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That must have been fun, but how many times were you successful
igniting it with a static discharge?

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Larry Wasserman Baltimore, Maryland