En route to work, one has no time to sightsee. Reading about
routes to work, one has plenty of time to sight c’s.
I got to the r in earlier and figured I’d safely reached
the end of the paragraph when, out of nowhere, c cut in like the self-important commuter who aggressively switches
lanes every six seconds or 20 feet, whichever comes first. He’s congesting a
word in this sentence, and I’m on the verge of trafficking in retaliation. Do I
honk the horn? Curse? Extend a road-rageous middle finger? Nah. Stay calm. Alert
the authorities that an erc-some,
unlicensed operator is on the road. A certain letter, like Rogers, showed up
late.
Originally, the closing word in this USA Today paragraph had seven letters. That was an earlier version. I prefer it. So, remove
that last letter. With that, earlierc
becomes earlier. Our commute is
complete.
Readers, I’ll catch you later. And I’ll catch you, earlierc. I always do.
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