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John threw the empty ice bucket up in the air just so, making it spin before the flat bottom landed adroitly on his open palm.
He added a jaunty little hop to his step, wishing he could kick his heels together in celebration the way his favorite dancers did in the picture shows. Movies, he mentally edited. They called them movies these days…
Whistling, he set the ice bucket on the bench with a feeling he could describe only as giddy. Today’s little experiment was going to go well. He could feel it in his bones. The ingredients were potent and powerful, but, more importantly, they were plentiful thanks to his stock of catalogs that sold scientific reagents. His chemist friend had recommended John take advantage of the suppliers when he made his umpteenth request for raw materials.
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