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So the Pirate X story wasn't just pure fiction after all, huh? By the way, just where is this plot going now?
This and the next two strips were drawn in an equestrian arena in Denver and on a cliff overhang in Boulder, Colorado, of all places.
Our good friend K.B. points out that Fray's hand atop of Waifer X's head is an indication of possessiveness.
The ubiquitous poetess D.J. dredged up the original poem by e.e. cummings:
maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach (to play one day)
and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn't remember her
milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;
and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles; and
may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.
for whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea