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Time morphs nomenclature.
I was on a college campus recently. Leaving the cafeteria, I was charged by a short line of students who obviously had decided to race to the front door when they were around the corner on the entry path.
It was glorious. I had time to dodge to my left just as the leader hit the second step and dodged to his left. The students looked like a line of two-year-olds in their aerobic joy, and I couldn’t help but notice that the leader was wearing soft athletic shoes with separate toes. His feet were toons. More after the jump.