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  <title>Comments on 'Assignment to the Jungle'</title>
  <subtitle>Nathan's face shown at the professor's offer. &amp;quot;I'd... I'd be honored, sir!&amp;quot;
The professor beamed. &amp;quot;Now, I've chosen your partner for this expedition.&amp;quot;
&amp;quot;Who?&amp;quot;
&amp;quot;Leslie Lawson.&amp;quot; 
Nathan's face fell to the floor. He couldn't _stand_ the girl; so jumpy and supersticious. And she was a archeology major!
&amp;quot;Yes sir.&amp;quot;

Turns out, Leslie wasn't all that psyched either. She thought Nathan was too adventurous and rough with small details. And he was an archeology major!
&amp;quot;So, where are we going again?&amp;quot; she asked irritably, treking through thick underbrush.
&amp;quot;Into the jungle,&amp;quot; he answed, just as coldly. She cringed at the thought of the heat, humidity, and the mosquitoes.
&amp;quot;Specifically?&amp;quot;
&amp;quot;The ruin of Tikbalang's Tomb.&amp;quot;
She gasped. &amp;quot;It supposed to be cursed!&amp;quot;
He laughed. &amp;quot;It's a superstition! We should be over that sort of thing; we're scientists!&amp;quot;
&amp;quot;Whatever. I'm going ahead to look. You check the map.&amp;quot;
Nathan rolled his eyes and glanced at the ancient paper. But something about it seemed different than before.</subtitle>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Assignment to the Jungle</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I loved the mirror lines about being an archeology major as well as the hint at something out of the ordinary at the end.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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      <name>THX 0477</name>
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