Chapter 1

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Wilson Zen Heidenburough stepped out of his antique convertible from 2015 onto the sidewalk. The car coughed and spat out some smoke. Heidenburough just shook his head and walked away. He had needed a new car for years, but he just couldn't find the money. Year after year, job after job, his math expertise had been rejected.

But none of that mattered now. He had finally found a job that looked like it might be worthwhile, and was anxious to try it out.

Wilson stepped nervously down the narrow sidewalk and into a large building with the words "Garrison's giddy glue" plastered on it. It was not the name Wilson was concerned about. It was what he was hired for.

He entered a sort of reception room. It was very large, almost too large for what it is. In fact, the entire place looked like someone had bought a wedding hall and used it as a labratory. As a matter of fact, that is exactly what Garth Gannuna Garrison had done.

Wilson was not at all concerned. The appearance did not bother him either. He hurried over to a little desk like they have in restaurants. There was a short and skinny woman with blond hair behind it, looking like she wanted to jump off a cliff from boredom.

"What do you want," she drawled while drooling with sagging eyelids.

"I am the mathmetician Wilson Zen Heidenburough. I have an appointment with Garrison."

"Juthb a mibut," she blabbered as she stumbled over to a telephone. She gave a halfhearted attempt to pick it up, said "ablatackchay", and slumped forward onto her desk. Heavy snoring sounds commenced.

Wilson sighed. Now he was beginning to be worried. What sort of facility would keep their employees up so late that they fall asleep at the desk?

Gathering his courage, he began to stride down a hallway to the right of the desk thing. There was green carpet on the floor, too green- he recgonized mold. With disgust Wilson walked further down the hall, past signs that said things like "DRESS BOTIQUE" and "BRIDESMAID LOUNGE".

At the end of the hall he entered a door labeled "HEAD OF WEDDINGS".


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