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Subversive
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Subversive'' is, in essence, a negative term--it means simply ''against the existent system.'' It doesn't mean subversives all agree...
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Release dateMay 16, 2014
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    Subversive - Dallas McCord Reynolds

    Subversive

    By Dallas McCord Reynolds

    Start Publishing LLC

    Copyright © 2012 by Start Publishing LLC

    All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever.

    First Start Publishing eBook edition October 2012

    Start Publishing is a registered trademark of Start Publishing LLC

    Manufactured in the United States of America

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    ISBN 978-1-63355-117-6

    Subversive is, in essence, a negative term--it means simply against the existent system. It doesn't mean subversives all agree ...

    The young man with the brown paper bag said, Is Mrs. Coty in?

    I'm afraid she isn't. Is there anything I can do?

    You're Mr. Coty? I came about the soap. He held up the paper bag.

    Soap? Mr. Coty said blankly. He was the epitome of mid-aged husband complete to pipe, carpet slippers and office-slump posture.

    That's right. I'm sure she told you about it. My name's Dickens. Warren Dickens. I sold her--

    Look here, you mean to tell me in this day and age you go around from door to door peddling soap? Great guns, boy, you'd do better on unemployment insurance. It's permanent now.

    Warren Dickens registered distress. Mr. Coty, could I come in and tell you about it? If I can make the first delivery to you instead of Mrs. Coty, shucks, it'll save me coming back.

    Coty led him back into the living room, motioned him to a chair and settled into what was obviously his own favorite, handily placed before the telly. Coty said tolerantly, Now then, what's this about selling soap? What kind of soap? What brand?

    Oh, it has no name, sir. That's the point.

    The other looked at him.

    That's why we can sell it for three cents a cake, instead of twenty-five. Dickens opened the paper bag and fished out an ordinary enough looking cake of soap and handed it to the older man.

    Mr. Coty took it, stared down at it, turned

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