“What’s that?” Clem asked Floyd.
“Every time Super Genius Myrtle tells me how she’s decided I have to change,” his friend said, “I write it in the form of a New Year’s resolution and put it into the jar.”
“Way I see it,” he went on, “that way it makes its point, is inconspicuous, and makes such a pretty appearance, the way I’d like her to be.”
“Why’d she storm out of the house in such a nasty mood?” Clem asked.
“I made a slight error in judgment,” Floyd admitted. “I told her exactly that, in exactly those very words.”
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