Maggie sat at the kitchen table after the funeral scanning the classifieds. Now that Peter was gone, how would she ever find someone to take his place? The small fishing community had grown dependent on them. Just below an ad for soldiers of fortune, something piqued Maggie’s interest. She wrote to inquire about the cost.
The day arrived. Maggie waited anxiously at the dock. Passenger after passenger disembarked. Suddenly a man, badly bruised, missing one arm, approached her.
“You’re not what I expected.”
“Well lady, this is what you get from the scratch and dent list.”
“I ordered a dentist!”
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