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hs97150.jpgbuy prints of select halfsquatch photographs at etsy or dawanda. (prints of all photographs are available upon request) day 97

A cheer went up among the animal rights activists. Just like all of the previous summer days since their arrival, they were dutifully picketing across the road from the Sasquatch Circus. Aaron drove to the site and made the announcement in person, then ordered them all back to the house for a celebration.

When they arrived at the house, they found Rebecca smiling and busy, having just finished talking to reporters from around the world. Aaron had arranged a webcam press conference. Halfsquatch Love Fever had reignited interest from the major media outlets and Rebecca had made an abrupt transformation from freak to pop culture phenomenon.

Since Devin hijacked halfsquatch.com, Rebecca’s supporters flooded Aaron’s e-mail with notes of encouragement and Rebecca was fielding offers to appear on Japanese variety shows. One of the shows was flying their host out to cover the premiere of Sasquatch Summer.

The handover of the Lady Sasquatch to Rebecca was ordered to take place on September first at midnight. It was a Monday, less than one week away. It was also the night of the Sasquatch Summer premiere at Tucky Thompson’s Sasquatch Circus. Originally, Rebecca had no intention of attending, but in light of the judge’s ruling Aaron encouraged her to go. “You should do it, Rebecca. Stand up to that Tucky Thompson – rub it in his face.”

“I don’t know. I guess maybe I’d go if you go.”

“I wouldn’t miss it,” Aaron said.

Bob piped up. “I’ll go if you guys are going. Lisa?”

“Sure. I’m in.”

“I’m going with Stew!” Julie said, perky and oblivious.

Rebecca grimaced. Watching Stew play her onscreen was something she couldn’t bear to think about. Aaron changed the subject. “Rebecca, before I forget — there was a call today from someone named Stacey in Vancouver. She said she knew you from the Art Motel. She wants to know if she can make you a dress.”

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