Mom cuts a pepperoni pizza into eighths. “Your two slices together make a quarter,” she says, serving one slice to each of her young twins. “Still three quarters left. That’s almost a whole pie!”
The boys chew in silence. Three quarters of a family feel nothing like a whole one.
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Left, right. Up, down.
He searches for the book. It’s still there. Relieved, but he still can’t afford it.
He walks away to the pens and picks a black one. Usually he just scribbles integrals to test the pen but this time he nonchalantly writes, “I’m gonna get her someday.”
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“I have found it absolutely essential when finding the areas, diameters, arcs and circumferences of circles,” stated Josh.
“With this in mind, I would like to give 3.14 a score of 9 out of 10.”
Everyone looked at him blankly.
“What?” he asked. “You said it was Pi rate week!”
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Mister Murder Mouth cackled villainously. “If you want to live, answer this mathematical skill-testing question! Multiply my social security number by the cost of replacing my birth certificate!”
“Evil, dirty, filthy, rotten cheater!” I cried. “You’re an illegal immigrant! You have no SSN!”
“Blast,” he said, and I walked free.
This story is based on a title suggested by @metcarfre.