Pat Oliphant for March 13, 1987

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Lightning flashed outside. Thunder shook the old house. He turned to lines Q through T. (No, too Gothic, try again) He paused, his mind racing. He turned to the tables for line R of the worksheet. "Judas priest, what IS this??" he screamed. (Less baroque, try again) Tears of frustration and rage coursed down his face. "Divide line N by 1900!" he shrieked. (Ha, not bad!) Trembling, he loaded the gun. Punk: I'll wait for the movie. The writing of form W-4 XXVII