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The Enchantment of EnhancementWhen the phone rang at my parents' house some years ago, our plumber was on the other end of the line. My father got more and more animated as he listened, then exclaimed loudly, obviously pleased and excited. When he hung up, he ran through the house, looking for my mother, shouting that he had just talked to John! (Not his real name.) John himself! Directly! Not his wife! |
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