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As I left the shower, I nearly bumped into my brother Robert; he was still carrying the newspaper that was a day old which said Snakes Conquer West Coast in Helvetica on its front page.  I had wanted to forget about it, though I supposed that it did not matter how long of a shower I took, I would still have to come back to the real world. Dad was sitting at the table, and he scraped mud off his workboots with a pocketknife.  It had been raining a lot recently, and Dad needed something to do since his workplace put production on hold, so he just did yardwork in the mud every day.  Mom was cooking something on the stove, it smelled like oregan