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![]() Dr. Sharon Shafter, an expert in the fields of biotechnology, education, and culture, thrilled when she learned she'd been named Ambassador to the Kingdom of the Tarpenklien. For all of her life Sheri Shafter had strived to make a name for herself. But where in the heck was this Tarpen . . . . or what ever it was? Was it a small independent nation or was it just a crude band of nomads with a bunch of goats and the normal matriarchal slave driving old crone in charge? Seri had studied languages for years to make sure when she got the post, well an Ambassadorship, she would be prepared, but what language did these Tarps use? Would she be able to use her PC for she could not function without a computer and her telephone. Sheri Shafter was a woman of today, a modern woman, a woman who was going to a damn democrat had said, forge a new frontier in Ambassadorial relations. �Dr. Shafter, maam, I found it, I found Tarpenkleien, in a reference book,� Craig her trusted assistant said with a smile. �Here it is between Noplaceeeism, and Nearlostebeu.� Dr. Sharon Shafter, cringed. Was this a cruel hoax, was this her just reward for diligent effort and work, not to even think about servicing 197 men and women in the diplomatic corps?
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