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Just wanted to make an appearance to reassure you that The Pleasantview Experiment hasn’t had its funding pulled or anything like that. There’s more on the way.

Like many Hollywood productions, PVX shoots out-of-sequence (translation: I get bored, and hop around to play other lots for a while). And from time to time, there are unexpected happenings on set. That’s right: it’s time for another round of outtakes. This batch is from a storyline that’s not scheduled to debut for another two or three chapters, at least… so look on it as a little preview. 

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“Oh. My. GOD!” Nina Caliente cried. “Dina, what did you DO?”

“Don’t be so dramatic, Nina,” her sister replied, unable to tear herself away from the mirror in which she admired herself. “It’s just a haircut. People get them all the time. Isn’t it just FABulous?”

“It looks like some sick Marilyn Monroe fantasy,” Nina huffed.

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Cassandra Goth had just announced her intentions to move out of her father’s house. The silence stretched interminably as she stood in the foyer, looking from Mortimer, her father, to her little brother, Alexander, and back again, waiting for some response. Finally, Mortimer sighed.

“It’s a little much for one day, don’t you think?” His tone was one of genuine concern.

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Mortimer Goth gazed wistfully out at the wedding arch set up in his yard, and sighed.

In just a few short days, his only daughter would be marrying that loathsome Don Lothario, and the mere thought sent shivers down Mortimer’s spine. Doctor Lothario may have been a rising star among the residents at Pleasantview Medical Center, but in his bones — and they were very old bones — Mortimer knew him to be far from honorable. Mortimer had been just a child when his family emigrated from the Old Country, but his father had instilled in him the deep belief that without honor, a man was not truly a man. His heart ached at the thought that very soon, such a creature would be wed to his Cassandra.

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