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was no normal woman. She was driven, ambitious, strong,
brilliant and had the face of a horse. If any woman could sleep
undisturbed among men in the remote Montana plains, it was
Marie.

On a hot summer Tuesday, at about 3:10 pm, Marie was
scraping at dirt around some round rocks as her heart pounded
with excitement. These were undoubtedly the round mineral
gastroliths of a giant dinosaur, one larger than she had ever
realized could exist. Like birds, they would ingest stones which
would then grind up the food they ate. She counted them as
she dug. So far she had found six, all perfectly rounded like
giant eggs. As she dug just a little deeper, Marie spotted

something extraordinary. It looked like plastic. It was blue and
white, but the shapes of blue and white moved slowly. It was
fluid, yet hard. She carefully removed it from the rock and
cleaned it off. She had found it in the middle of a dinosaur’s
stomach contents, yet, it was undoubtedly man-made. How
could this be? This meant that either there was a civilization on
Earth long ago that could produce plastic, or it was evidence of

extra-terrestrials. Either way, Marie thought her career was
made! She placed the artifact to her lips and kissed it, had a
bone-rattling orgasm and passed out.

“Marie. Marie, are you alright? Good heavens!” asked professor
Gaton. He was a very, very thin man with a waxed mustache
and he was trying to revive her with smelling salts. She was
completely unconscious, limp as could be. Yet, she seemed to

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