Thursday Paper

The paper on Thanksgiving Day was so stuffed with ads that must have weighed five pounds. Here are the only parts I actually read:

All the rest was junk—sports, ads, etc.—that I have no interest in. George wasn't interested either. All these will go straight to the recycling bin (except for George).

I found something irregular with part of the paper that I did read—or tried to read. See those scallopy lines:

They fold down to reveal a blank expanse of paper.

George couldn't figure out why the newspaper should have a blank double-page spread like this.

 Neither could I. And what's with the little silvery thing at the upper left?

That puzzled George, too.

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