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1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask....
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2 ************************ INSTALLED: 29 JAN 85 ***************************
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3 Welcome to BWMS (BackWater Message System) Mike Day System operator
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4 *************************************************************************
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5 GENERAL DISCLAIMER: BWMS IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY INFORMATION
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6 PLACED ON THIS SYSTEM.
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7 BWMS was created as an electronic bill board. BWMS is a privately owned
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8 and operated system which is currently open for use by the general public.
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9 No restrictions are placed on the use of the system. As the system is
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10 Privately owned, I retain the right to remove any and all messages which
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11 I may find offensive. Because of the limited size of the system, it will be
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12 periodically purged of messages. (only 629 lines of data can be saved)
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13 To leave a message, type 'ENTER' and use ctrl/C or break to get out of the
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14 ENTER mode. The message is automatically stored. If after entering the
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15 message you find you made a mistake, use the replace command to replace
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16 the line. To exit from the system, type 'OFF' then hang up.
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17 Type 'HELP' to see other commands that are available on the system.
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18 ************************************************************
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19
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20 Fine Tooth Comber: "I've told you a million times not to exagerate!" Great,
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21 just great! Was that intentional?
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22 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 23 up 2
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24 print
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25 enter
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26 suit yourself ........................................finer tooth
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27 ****************************************************************
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28 CAN ANYONE HELP ??? I AM TRYING TO FIND A CARMEN SMITH LIVING IN
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29 THE PORTLAND AREA. ANYONE KNOWING OF HER, PLEASE ASK HER TO CALL
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30 THE 800 NUMBER. SHE'LL UNDERSTAND...........THANKS !!!!!!!!!!!!!
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31 ****************************************************************
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32 &*%_#%*@#_)%*#_)%*_)%*_)#%*_)*%!#_)%*)_@#*%_)!%*!_)*%!_)*%!_)%*!_*%_!%*!_%*!_*%_!%*_!#)%*_)@#*%_@)*%_)@*%_)@*%@_#%*@%
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33 My streak is broken...so close...and yet...so far.
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34 )_*%$)*_#$^*_#$)
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35 Piper:I'll do just that. Time is getting rather short.
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36 %#)@_%*#@)_%*)@#_%*@#)_%*
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37 "You see Farley", L'homme started has they left Ian and the office behind, "some people would have you believe
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38 the NET doesn't care about its agents. Now you may not be a tutelary genius, but I am sure you are not so insensitive
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39 to be unable to see the truth. We take great care and pride to see that agents are happy, since happy agents are good
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40 agents. The disjointed complaints you may hear during our journey are merely the cries of those we have deemed, 'Not
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41 Good Enough.' Pay them no mind, and you will be the better for it." It probably took Farley more than a moment to
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42 digest what L'homme had just told him, but that would not matter, as long as he got the gist of it eventually. Fellows
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43 spoke up next. "Off to the basement for briefing, and then, out into fray, where an agent belongs. We have a couple
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44 missing agent status conditions to change, and the sooner the better. Besides, I miss Gaudy's home cooked chicken
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45 wings!"
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46
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47 Wide eyed and bushy tailed was the only way to describe Farley after coming out of his final pre-mission
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48 briefing. "I never realized your operation was so complete. I would be surprised to find out anything you guys didn't
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49 know." Half-laughing, L'homme said with a grin, "That information has to come from somewhere, and this is a pretty big
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50 world, wouldn't you agree? Besides, you have seen we can't even keep track of our own agents half the time; a side
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51 effect from teaching them total self-support and independence. We have found an agent who feels he or she can survive
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52 just about anything usually does. But on the down side such ingrained training can lead to a certain air of omniscience,
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53 which can be quite dangerous, as you can imagine. Until we come up with a better way of doing things though, our
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54 techniques remain the same. "I see."
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55 The elevator ride to the street level was over in a flash, thanks again to a technology NET had yet to share
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56 with the world, but that is another story. A two-year-old BMW 318i sat waiting for them, with doors open in eager
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57 anticipation. "What about Fred?", Farley asked, with more than a note of concern in his voice. "Don't worry about your
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58 friend. He'll join us soon enough." Fellows drove, with Farley in the front passenger seat, and L'homme in the rear
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59 behind the driver. "I hope you aren't a backseat driver like my mother-in-law is!", quipped Fellows. "Fellows old chap,
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60 I never knew you were married. When where why and with whom?" "Maybe another time. You know the rules against NET agents
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61 having close families that could be used to coerce an agent into doing something he wouldn't normally do." "And you
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62 managed to hide it from Ian. Amazing!" "Let's drop it. OK?" #I have touched a soft spot. I better let it go for now,
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63 but file it under 'things to do on a rainy day.'# L'homme said to himself, and then aloud, "Northwest Portland. The area
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64 around 19th and Lovejoy. Intelligence reports some strange activity that may give us a clue to the whereabouts of Minsky
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65 and Flemming" "Aye Aye Captain!", replied the driver. Farley gripped the fine Corinthian leather seat, sat back, and
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66 began to have second thoughts about what he had gotten himself into.
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67 )_*%_)*@#_)%*@_#)%*@#_)%*@#_)%*&%)_#@*%)_@#*%@)_%* L'homme sans Parity *%_)#@*%_)@*%)_*%!_)#%*!_)*%!_)%*!)_#%*!#_)%*#_)%*
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68
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69 ????????????????????????????????????????
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70 thanks: carmen smith tried to reach 800, but all she got is some sales pitch.
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71 ???????????????????????????????????????
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72 ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
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73 voyeur,
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74 I trust your working hard this week..in anticipation of soundly
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75 thrashing some poor soul...what bells & whistles are you planning on this
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76 time .....
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77
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78 L'homme,
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79 I hope Gage brings some good reading material..It's so boring to be out early.
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80
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81 Ian,
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82 Do you like herring in sour cream ??
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83
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84 :::::::::Alex:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
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85 -=*=- One soft cat print where there is no dust: never noticed, never missed. -=*=-
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86 Ooops, 12 hours early... ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ --->the Guardian 29:16
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87
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88 ________________Melissa--------------------------------Melissa________________
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89 M A G E N (cont.-9)
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91 "Maybe so, Magen, but there are other things in life besides gazing at the
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92 stars. People here on the island can learn about the rest of the world by
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93 watching television. They can become educated and take their place in
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94 society. They can have a good paying job. They can buy lots of nice things
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95 to make their lives better."
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96 "You're beginning to sound like one of those leaflets the power company
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97 gives out. Raza, is your life really better? Are you happy?"
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98 "And what's wrong with wanting to get a few things?"
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99 "It's not what you get it's what you give up."
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100 "What do you mean by that? Some special insight that has come to you
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101 living out here in the wild...in the roots of a tree for God's sake."
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102 "The Great Banyan Tree always has a special place in the sacred carvings.
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103 It's the "tree of egde'onk". I am honored it allows me to make it my home."
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104 "Stories for children. Superstitious bunk!" Raza gave a great sweep with
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105 his hand as if to dismiss the entire affair.
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106 "The underwater caves around by the cliffs and the carvings inside are a
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107 little more than superstition. How do you explain them away?"
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108 "I don't need to explain them. It's just a bunch of drawings scratched on
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109 the cave walls, not very good drawing at that."
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110 "Oh Raza, what have they done to you to make you say such a thing. They
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111 are your heritage. The pictures tell the story of the ancient practices."
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112 "Sure they do!"
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113 "Raza, I wish you could hear how you sound. This just proves my point
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114 about the water and the hum. After people drink the water from the power
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115 plant and live around the hum awhile they forget how things were before."
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116 "That's exactly what I came to talk to you about. You've got to stop
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117 talking that way. Some of that bunch of lazy bums from Coki Point have been
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118 listening to your little `market sermons'. They've formed a group that plans
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119 to put the power plant out of operation. If it doesn't stop now somebody is
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120 going to get hurt."
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121 "I'm against violence in any form."
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122 "In that case you'd be smart to keep quiet and quit stirring those people
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123 up. In time they'll see the advantages new development brings."
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124 "Not unless you get them hooked up to the hum."
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125 "That does it! It's pretty obvious I wasted my time coming out here, you
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126 aren't even listening to me. Well, you can tell them I intend to do whatever
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127 it takes to protect the plant. And I intend to keep doing my job there."
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128 "I too must do what I think is right, I must tell what I see."
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129 "Whatever's fair, Magen."
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130 "Fair? Fair is not at all real. It is not something you can touch or feel
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131 or taste or smell. You can't carry it home like an armful of coconuts. It is
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132 not a part of nature like the wind or rain or sea or sun. Fair is simply as
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133 idea. It was created to mark the midpoint between dreams and despair."
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134 Raza looked at me in a puzzled sort of way then turned and walked off down
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135 the beach without saying another thing. I listened to the words again in my
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136 mind. Who had said that? It had been my mouth doing the talking, but who had
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137 said it? Raza is right, I have changed, but at least I can still remember.
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138 ----------------Melissa________________________________Melissa----------------
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139 #$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$#
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140 I still really hadn't completely recovered from meeting Ian, but, nevertheless, I was off with L'homme and Fellows on
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141 a REAL assignment. For a moment, I thought back on my days as a private detective, out on my own. But didn't L'homme
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142 say NET agents were independent? Thinking a few minutes upon it, I decided that I was better off with NET. No
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143 frantic scurrying for rent money at the end of the month, no walking the streets in search of someone's missing kid...
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144 Fellows seemed to be an excellent driver, although it's hard to tell at slow speeds. Somehow I had the feeling that
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145 if we needed to, he'd send the car into an intricate series of turns that would lose any tail.
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146 I wondered, idly, what my fortune would be with NET. Better off, yes, but how so? Happy? If not, what would make me
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147 happy? My thoughts churned around and around until my mind seemed to be in the center of a maelstrom of thoughts.
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148 "Well, Farley," L'homme began, "What do you think of being an agent so far?"
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149 "Oh, I'm still not sure what to think. I've not quite adjusted to the idea that I'm on your side, instead of trying
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150 to compete against you."
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151 "You had better adjust quickly. In a stress situation, any doubt can be dangerous," Fellows said.
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152 "He's right, you know," L'homme whispered. "Any delay in reacting can..."
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153 "I know perfectly well what it can do. Why do you suppose I've told you? Just be sure you remember that I've not
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154 been tested. I'll try to remember what all of you have told me."
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155 "Fine, then. Good, we've almost arrived, I'm curious to see your car."
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156 "Fred? He looks rather normal- like an '84 Vette. Until you punch in the correct sequence."
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157 "What then?" Fellows asked.
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158 "One of his panels revolves, and a speaker, mike, and CRT move out."
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159 "Oh? Voice recognition, then."
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160 "I suppose so," was all I had time to reply. A large semi-trailer with the emblem "Duncan Hines Fruit Cakes" was
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161 parked on the street ahead of us a few blocks away. "Is that it?"
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162 L'homme glanced at the trailer parked near the supermarket. "Yes, it is. One of these days I'm going to find out
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163 who's in charge of decals in the Camoflauge Department. His sense of humor bothers me."
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164 Fellows looked to see what L'homme's fuss was about. "Fruit Cakes?!?", he laughed. "What a disguise!"
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165 Fellows parked the car as he chuckled for a bit more. We approached the cab compartment, then waited.
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166 A short fellow I didn't recognise poked his head out the window after several moments. "Fellows, L'homme, and Farley?"
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167 We nodded. "A little present for you!" With that, the barrel of a submachine gun jutted out from the cab door.
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168 A half-second of surprise was all I allowed myself. #TestTestTestTest# went through my mind as I made use of the
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169 energy pent up inside. I dived and rolled, bringing up Betsy as I did so.
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170 Fellows had managed to position himself under the trailer, and L'homme was nowhere to be seen. The short man, only
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171 now reacting to our movements, fired off a half-dozen rounds.
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172 I had Besty up and aimed when I heard a dull THUNK! in the cab. I waited a little more, to be rewarded by seeing
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173 L'homme's face popping up.
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174 "You see," he said, opening the door to let himself out, "finding cover is not always enough. Effectively disabling
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175 the enemy is also a factor. You did, however, do fairly well. Now let's go insid e and see your car friend."
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176 #$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$# Farley #$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$# 19:29 - 01/29/85 #$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$#
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177 ]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]
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178 To: All UNDERGROUND operatives
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179 From: John K. O'Hara, DS, NAC, UNDERGROUND
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180 Subject: Mark I Cipher
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181 I trust you all received your encryption/decryption devices. Transmissions
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182 will commence Feburary 1st, 1985. Keywords will be transmitted to you by
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183 scrambled shortwave.
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184 To: NET Senior agent L'homme sans Parity
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185 From: John K. O'Hara, DSNAC, UNDERGROUND
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186 Subject: Current UNDERGROUND Fundng
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187 Our current funding situation is such that we had to accept Miss Ryan's
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188 services. If you will recall, UNDERGROUND is attempting the aquisition of some
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189 $20 million appropriated to NET some weeks ago. When those funds reach us
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190 operatives with more suitable talents will be found and trained. In the
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191 meantime, however, some of our operatives must be retained despite their
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192 sub-standard performance. I'm sure you will understand.
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193 To: All UNDERGROUND operatives
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194 From:John K. O'Hara, DSNAC, UNDERGROUND
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195 Subject: Mark I Cipher Test
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196 [Begin]
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197 TYHDK OWEDS _\DKS ]QXPO @IBV\ FDR^V WES_X LJSS@ QSPXO [_JK] \\]DX
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198 [End Transmission]
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199 [[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[
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200 02020202020202020202020202020202020202020202020202020202020202020202020202020202
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201 CRA][ ND_C\ DFDPX DGLIA JEPCL IDPTC PDUXG DTC^A DNJCN OAIDX GJDFL ZALFX GEDNX
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202 IA[YH B_OAV PDUXG DZGAE EFLZD MXJDC DSTFR A[LD_ IFIL[ E_PDF P[YDD _CJAD UXGJD
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203 ETFLE DEXJA DMJX\ HBPTA DOFNO FLZDU AP[YD DO_EL FNOAJ DELFN OAJ[R HBDDD DDDDN
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204 NNN_^ XUAGJ [NNNN HBQ^Q _WF[K IZK_F [\_M[ S_JQ[ IU_W^ M[TMK T\YM_ \^C[^ \PPS_
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205 02020202020202020202020202 29 Jan 85 at 21:07:29 PM 020202020202020202020202
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206 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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207 (this should have gone up over the weekend)
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208 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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209 Memorial (words: Misty Lackey, music: "Ballad of Springhill")
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210 When you sing of Columbia or the Eagle
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211 And reach for the stars as your ultimate goal.
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212 Recall who fell along the way,
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213 For the star-road takes a fearful toll,
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214 The star-road takes a fearful toll.
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215
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216 And it might have been Armstrong, Aldrin, Cernan,
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217 Shepard, Carpenter, Cooper, or Glenn.
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218 They all knew well the questor's fee,
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219 And the star-road's paved with the lives of men,
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220 The star-road's paved with the lives of men.
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221
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222 For the price was paid on a winter evening
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223 When "Fire in the spacecraft!" somebody said.
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224 In smoke and flame the shadow passed
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225 And in Capsule Twelve three men were dead,
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226 In Capsule Twelve three men were dead.
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227
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228 Forget not yet who paid the forfeit
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229 To conquer the stars in the Eagle's flight.
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230 "It's worth the price." they said who paid:
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231 Grissom, Chaffee, and Edward White.
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232 Grissom, Chaffee, and Edward White.
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233 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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234 To the men of Apollo 1....
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235 January 1967
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236 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~BARD~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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237 I hate to leave on a such a note (ouch!)
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238 ~~~~~~~~~~
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239 The Phoenix (words & music: Julia Ecklar)
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240 In a tower of flame on Test Pad Two, I was there.
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241 I know not where they laid my bones; it could be anywhere.
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242 But when fire and smoke had faded, the darkness left my sight...
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243 And I found my soul in a spaceship's soul, riding home on a trail of light.
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244 Chorus: And my wing are made of tungsten, my flesh of glass and steel.
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245 I am the joy of Terra for the power that I weild.
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246 Once upon a lifetime I died a pioneer;
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247 Now I sing within a spaceship's heart. Does anybody hear?
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248 Before each morning's launch, they know that I am there.
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249 To the the soul that warms this vessel's hull they say a silent prayer.
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250 I am father, ship, and spirit of the dream for which they strive.
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251 For I am man at the hands of man; See us rocket for the sky!
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252 CHORUS
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253 My thunder rends the morning sky. Yes, I am here!
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254 Though lost to flame when I was man, now I ride her without fear.
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255 For I am more than man now, and man built me with pride.
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256 Oh, I led the way, and I lead the way, of man's future in the sky!
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257 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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258 ...thus are the legends of tomorrow born...
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262 tilean inserted the keys... the terminal started clicking... everything started loading... system was powering and numbers
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263 were being dialed...
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266 from the stench of salt and rough weather... they had been taken from the sea... a side benefit of having a small salvaging
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267 operation for a cover... free furniture...
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271 try to forget the scum you are paying for...
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272 from what little data was available... underground seemed like a small agency... probably stumbled on the net impersonaton
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273 idea... everything pointed to an agency that was small to say the least... and thrike's only major concern was secrecy... how
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274 could such an agency... presumably with mal-trained agents... avoid detection by a spy detection agency...?
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278 "aw mom, why do i have to eat it?" whined a young tilean.
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279 "there are starving children in india, you ought to eat your food and be thankfull."
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280 "aw, alright" tilean hated that, it seemed obnoxious to have such a typical saying, and there not be a typical answer.
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281 "but not eating my dinner is not going to save them, is it ma?" perhaps we will find one thought tilean.
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282 "no, maybe if i stop feeding you all together, and let you starve for a few weeks, then you might save them later. knowing
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283 what they go through every day of their lives."
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284
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285 "fooey!" tilea's active imagination started working against him now, providing all sorts of pictures to him.
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286 after a long period of silence, broken only by the faint whining of dread whenever tilean's fork got too close to his outh
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287 mouth, did anyone speak.
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288 "what did you do today on that hill, boy?" asked his father, a strong burly man, with thick arms and a soft deep voice.
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289 "nothing. just sat, and thought. nothing" lied tilean.
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290 "whad'ya think about?"
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291 "why we even want to eat, we will waste away the energy, and then we will want more. there is never any end, always some
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292 one is scrambling for food, or promotion, or pay. i asked Why."
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293
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294 tilean's family cast suspiscious glances to each other, then realized he was serious, tilean's father spoke again.
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295 "well, i dunno, son, but people have been thinking on that for thousands of years, and if we both go down to the library
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296 tomorrow, i am sure we'll find a book on it there."
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297
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298 it was painfull to see his father admit to not knowing something.
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299 tttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt
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303 Ah, but the cat has been noticed! The mark it leaves is quite destinct.
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304 But will it come out and show itself, or remain hiding in the shadows?
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305 And certainly it has been missed, for even Pam has expressed such.
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306 ***********************************************************************
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307 To all who addressed Pam: Pam is currently in southern California attending
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308 the funeral. She indicated that she would be back possiblly sometime next
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309 week. I will forward the messages directed to her on drive b when she
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310 returns. I'm sure she will thank you for your concern.
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311 *********************** CISTOP MIKEY **********************************
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312 Question: Why are the sidewalks pink at the Disney EPCOT center in Florida?
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313 Answer: The make the grass look greener.
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314
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315 The only function of economic forecasting is to make astrology look respectable.
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316 An apple every eight hours keeps away three doctors.
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317
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318 Allergies are nothing to sneeze at.
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319
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320 Norma is as selfish as I am, Ron.
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321 He goddam mad dog, eh?
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322 Naomi, sex at noon taxes, I moan.
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323 Dennis Krats and Edna Stark sinned.
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324 A slut nixes sex in Tulsa.
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325 I, man, am regal; a German am I.
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326
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327 ===================================
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328 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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329
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330 The chilly northern air whipped angrily about the deck of the sturdy longship, penetrating Thorvald's old bones as
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331 he expertly maneuvered his craft toward the approaching shoreline. In the distance, bleak mountainsides were bathed in
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332 a rosy glow by the ever-present summer sun, sailing low across the arctic skies. Many other Northmen had made the long
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333 journey to Iceland, seeking to regain the beloved freedom that had been wrested from them by the self-proclaimed monarch
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334 of the Northern people. Hundreds of families had already immigrated to Iceland, wealthy jarls accompanied by wives,
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335 children, livestock, and slaves. The rocky island was beautiful but barren; few grains could survive the inhospitable
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336 cold and no trees existed to provide badly needed timber. Iceland offered nothing to these first settlers but the
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337 freedom to govern their own lives. To these proud nobles, it was incentive enough.
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338 Thorvald's icy blue gaze swept over the vast ocean as he pondered his destiny, as he had done many times during this
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339 voyage. Would this journey be his last, he asked himself. Many winters had come and gone since he had first stepped
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340 onto the deck of his own father's magnificent knorr, symbolically entering into manhood by doing so. Patiently, the old
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341 warrior had taught Thorvald the mysteries of the sea, passing on centuries of accumulated wisdom. The mariners that
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342 ruled the North seas in the tenth century were truly masters of the ocean, fearlessly navigating the icy Atlantic while
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343 acquiring undefended lands and unbelievable wealth.
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344 A noisy flock of seagulls appeared overhead, circling the bay as if to guide Thorvald's ship toward a smooth
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345 landing. The weatherbeaten old jarl took a deep breath, feeling the icy air enter his lungs more viciously, it seemed,
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346 than in years past. He felt the urge to cough and grimaced from the resultant pain. What would his father think of
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347 him, a warrior once mighty and brave, reduced by sickness to die like an old woman?
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348 Surely Odin could not ignore a lifetime of brave and heroic deeds. Thorvald had once been a powerful jarl in the
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349 district of Jaeren, respected by freemen and slaves alike. No other clan in Norway could match the fierceness with
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350 which Thorvald led his yearly voyages to unprotected European coastal settlements. He had always expected nothing less
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351 than absolute loyalty from his men, knowing that they were indeed proud to be included in such a courageous and
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352 successful band. What tremendous exhilaration they felt during those bloody battles, inspired by Thorvald's supremely
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353 confident manner as he led his soldiers into war. What he would have given, Thorvald thought to himself, for some of
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354 that confidence today.
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355 He watched his son Eirik ascend the ladder. The salty winds changed direction suddenly, tangling the boy's coppery
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356 hair wildly about his face, ruddy from sun and wind. Thorvald suddenly remembered being just such a young man some
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357 forty years before, with his idealistic expectations of victory in the things he attempted. What had happened in those
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358 forty years, he wondered, to erode away that feeling in himself? Thorvald was determined, more than ever before, that
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359 Eirik's life could be different. Here in Iceland, the two of them would make a new start, together.
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360 Thorvald stood up to his full height and thrust out his chest as he shouted commands to the ship's crew. With some
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361 effort, the knorr was anchored securely and the wooden masts tied with thick ropes. The men prepared to unload the
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362 animals, whose incessant bleating filled the air as they were hastily led down the swaying ramp. One old ewe stumbled
|
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363 on the way down, breaking a hind leg; she would be quickly shorn and then butchered for their evening supper.
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364 The crew worked as rapidly as possible. Over the years, each of Thorvald's men had developed special skills that
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365 made him particularly valuable to the group, and a system of leadership had evolved that relieved Thorvald of much of
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366 the minor decision making. The karls that had shared his land for generations were very clever, and he was quite aware
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367 that had they been born into nobility, they might have become splendid jarls. Thorvald knew that if ever the need
|
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368 arose, he would undoubtedly avenge a murder with the same zeal as if the fallen karl were his own brother.
|
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369 As the arctic sun slid slowly downward, barely touching the horizon, the men were finally ordered to stop working
|
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370 for the day. Exhausted, they silently ate the simple repast their women had prepared. Without even the traditional
|
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371 evening poem or joke told around the campfire that night, the families found their warm furs and slept under the dusky
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372 skies.
|
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373 In the weeks that followed, Thorvald led a discouraging search for land. The few areas of the mountainous island
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374 that were actually suitable for agriculture had long been claimed, generally by vealthy kings and jarls who had no
|
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375 intention of remaining in Iceland. Once these lands had become the property of the rich, they were divided into smaller
|
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376 farms, sold at the discretion of the owners to the new immigrants at whatever price the market would bear. By the time
|
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377 Thorvald's clan had arrived, the best land they could obtain was a rocky, uneven section of land near Hornstrandir, in
|
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378 northwestern Iceland. They were told succinctly that as newcomers, they could hope for nothing better.
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379 Angered by this discovery, Thorvald nevertheless commanded the long journey from their temporary camp toward the new
|
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380 farmland called Drangar. The terrain, even following the coastline, was rugged, with steep slopes of volcanic rock and
|
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381 madly charging rivers running between. They reached their destination after having seen one-fourth of their animals die
|
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382
|
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383 unexplainably, and several of Thorvald's thralls, never having fully recovered from the ocean-sickness, died also.
|
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384 ++++++++++++++++++++ from "Eirik" by Oua'n +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
|
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385 ****************************************************************************
|
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|
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386 Jack: I'm waiting to see what you think about all of this....
|
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387 Promet: Next time you get o give me some pointers, before we play.
|
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388 Max: No excuses young man, let's see that "My vacation in Rio" story.
|
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389 La'Homme: Now that you have me on film, I make an appointment with my
|
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390 plastic surgeon to redue my face again.
|
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391 *********************************************kathyd***theladyinred**********
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392 JJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJ
|
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393 maybe for the 'morrow. the idea must first become sloid. Gimme a break anyway,
|
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394 I'm still bleeding like a stuck pig. (The nurse isn't helping much either...)
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395 JJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJ Jack Hoover JJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJ
|
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396 *******************************************************************************
|
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397 Jack: what? we paid that wench good money to get you FIRST class care!
|
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398 a cork? hold on a second how much extra is that? 1200.00 for a cork?
|
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399 when will a operating room be available? first week in May? well that
|
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400 explains the cork. Marci whips out her mastercharge and the intern
|
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|
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401 gleefully rubs his palms toghther and "finds" Jack operating time.
|
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402 " Just hold on a sec. babe" Marci coos to Jack.
|
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403 **********************************************kathyd*****redinladythe**********
|
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404
|
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405 `'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'
|
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406 __________________________________________
|
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407 / \
|
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408 / Let the brilliant rays of morning bear \
|
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409 / you upward to new heights of perception. \
|
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410 \ Simply cast away old cliches until you /
|
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411 \ become light as a rainbow. /
|
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412 \__________________________________________/
|
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413
|
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414 `'`'`'`' -alchemist- `'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'
|
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415 JJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJ
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416 The first thing that Jack could see once he returned to the living was the
|
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417 dingy white of the hospitals ER. After that, the scent of Marcis perfume had
|
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418 brought back pieces of the memory of what had been the life he had once lived
|
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419 in happiness. Determined to see her face once again, he forced himself to sit up
|
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420 and turn to look at her. As he did this the pain in his arm served as a brutal
|
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421 reminder that these were not the best of times.
|
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|
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422 "Marci... Marci, where are you? I can't see... " was all he could say
|
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423 before he collapsed back onto the strecher. Conditioning could not keep him
|
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424 concious when he had lost too much blood.
|
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425 "Jack!" Marci rushed to return to his side once she heard his weak voice
|
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426 call her name. #Damn these hospital procedures! Jack could be dying for all we
|
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427 know# thought Marci as she placed her arm under Jack's head to try to ease the
|
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428 stiffness of the strecher.
|
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429 Tony let Tina take care of the rest of the administrative nonsence in
|
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430 order to see if there was any change in Jacks condition.
|
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431 "Is he alright? I heard him say something a moment ago," asked Tony.
|
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432 "He was calling my name if you didn't notice, Mr. Ross. Or can't you tell
|
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433 that he isn't in so graet of shape?" blurted Marci in reply.
|
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434 "Hey, hold on! I'm sorry, No need to get defensive. I'm just as concerned
|
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|
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435 about Jack's condition as you are, except mine are for more professional
|
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436 reasons."
|
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437 Marci just turned and stared back at Tony with a gaze that chilled.
|
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438 "You don't understand. You never will." she said and then returned her
|
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439 attention to the man in her arms as he moved.
|
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440 Jack was restless and began to mutter something that didn't make sence.
|
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441 "(mumble) Alpha November Five South... NO, SOUTH!!" At that, Tony slapped
|
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442 his hand over Jack's mouth and tried to get the nurses attention. It didn't
|
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443 seem to be working because the nurse was still in a smiling trance over the
|
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444 sight of Marci's Gold Mastercard.
|
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445 "Once your all patched up, Jack ol' boy, I'm gonna have to leave this
|
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446 place some token of our appreciation." said Tony as he cracked an evil grin.
|
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447 JJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJ
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448 I hope I got it going kid of inthe right direction. More to come.
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449 JJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJ Jack Hoover 1/30/85 5:50 JJJJJJJJJJ
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450 SYSOP: WHY STILL ENTER ONLY??? :Jack Hoover JJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJ
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451 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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452 Melissa -- Occasionaly I notice succinctly turned phrases that I treasure.
|
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453 In your last Magen episode I found one that I'd like to add to the
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454 collection -- (slightly paraphrased)
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455 "Fair" is an idea that marks the midpoint between dreams and despair.
|
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456 It pushes into the frontiers of one-line poetry. Thank you.
|
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457 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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458 ***********************************************.**
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459
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460 **************************************************
|
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461 *** I know your out there Denise,and I'm gonna ***
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462 *** find ya! Just kidding
|
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< ! I sure hope that we ***
|
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463 *** can talk again sometime! I thought it was ***
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464 *** fun talking to you. Well gotta run now! ***
|
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465 *** Bye-bye Randy Van Moody ***
|
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466 *** Your local Compu-nut* ***
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467 **************************************************
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468
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469 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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470 VERBOSE ALERT VERBOSE ALERT LINE 341 - "vast ocean"
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471 344 " accumulated wisdom"
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472 366 - "evening supper"
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473 whew! Prolixity will get you nowhere. f.t. comber
|
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474 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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475 ________________Melissa--------------------------------Melissa________________
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476 piper---I am honored, kind Sir, Thank You. I like your one line version of it
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477 very much. As Magen might say, "May your life be filled with sunshine. But
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478 if a brief, occasional rainsquall should come your way may you find shelter
|
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479 in the roots of the `Great Banyan Tree'."
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480 ----------------Melissa________________________________Melissa----------------
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481
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482 ::::::::::__________::::::::::__________::::::::::__________::::::::::__________
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483 Hello everyone. Back again after a few days' absense due to that bane of all
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484 teCRT artists everywhere: busy signals. Well, I have a bit of a story to put
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485 up. I hope that it isn't too, well, too bad. I am not too sure of its worth
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486 compared to all the wonderful things I see here, but here goes anyway...
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487
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488 Is you passed thuh the soall town of Laketon, perhaps on your way to the state's better known metropolises of Miami orTlhs
|
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489 (let's try that again...)
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490 Is you passed thuh the small town of Laketon, perhaps on your way to the state's better known metropolises of Miami orTlh
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491
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492 well, seems to be trouble with my file transfer... I'll try it again later...
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494 ::::::::::__________:::::::::: The Niz /// __________::::::::::__________
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495 (Swish)>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>(Poof!)
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496 The stories continued. Seeing a few that sparked my interest, I decided to
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497 go into what people here call "lurk mode". Alas, my being is not used to being
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498 kept silent, so I enter again.
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499 I find myself constantly surprised at the fact that Backwater always seems
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500 to "keep in tune" with my other-planal life. My english class began a unit on
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501 poetry only a little while ago.
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502 DEBATERS- Since you seem to have quieted down for a bit, why don't you discuss
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503 the 'Aryans'. In case your memory fails you, they are a group of 'christians'
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504 that go to extremely violent measures to rid themselves of the danger that they
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505 see, the Jews. In a recent news broadcast, I saw that they employ B.B.S.
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506 systems to keep track of known Jews in a sort of "Jew watch".
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507 I myself think these people pose a greater threat to anyone's moral standards
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508 than the Rajneeshi's ever did. At least the Rajneeshi's didn't keep track
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509 of their 'enemies' in a hit-list format. Does anyone know more about Aryans
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510 or their beliefs? Anyone want to comment?
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511 (Poof!)>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Master Changer >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>(Swish)
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512 (*****************************************************************************)
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513 WILL SOMEONE PLEASE GIVE MY COMPUTER A NEW HOME?
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514 ANYONE INTERESTED IN AN APPLE BASED SYSTEM FOR ONLY $1000 BUCKS CALL BRANT
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515 AT 646-xxxx AND LEAVE A MESSAGE...
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516 (****************** KARL MARX ************************************************)
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517
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518 -=*=- Aye, from the shadows her eyes glowed...and had there been a -=*=-
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519 -=*=- hush in the Inn's milling crowd, the slight trill of her purr-=*=-
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520 -=*=- could have been heard. Yet alas, only a strident call would -=*=-
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521 -=*=- be able to compete, and cats are by nature silent. -=*=-
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522 - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = -
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523 ^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^
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524
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525 The forst was quiet this clear day, not a sound from anything around.
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526 Only the creek rippled a small tone, but where were the fish? I walk here
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527 and there to find nothing
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528 >>>>>>>>>>>System crash, message was lost.
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529 >>>>>>>>>>>This would be okay if it wasn't for Enter only.
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530 - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = -Mark- = -
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533 Hidding in the shadows, leaving small restless markings, the cat nervously
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534 scans the Inn. The constant roar of the crowd drowns the small noise that
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535 is made. The flickering fire in the hearth echos distorted shadows of those
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536 it encounters. As a momentary clearing in the crowd allows the fire to
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537 shine upon the cat, its shadow ripples and flares, creating images of great
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538 gold trimmed wings flashing for a moment, and then it is gone, leaving
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539 only random shadows once again.
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540 ########################## The Innkeeper ################################
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541 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ETC.^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
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542 VIRUS
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543 ( episode X+3)
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544 It was tediously slow, in the past two hours he had passed only three side
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545 corridors. He had tried to take the first one he thought he could see light
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546 reflecting off the polished metal of the shaft. No luck. The corner was to
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547 tight to manage. If he came to the end, or if it split into other shafts,
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548 he would be trapped.
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549 They would be searck
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550 they would be searching more throughly for him now. There was no way to
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552 the normal security area. If it went on too long they might check more
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553 deeply into the security control system, and he hadn't been able to clean up
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554 all of his handywork. He had better show himself and give them something
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555 else to do. He quicked his pace, disreguarding the noise.
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556 Some five minutes later he could see a grill up ahead in the right hand
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557 wall, but the light was so dim as to be almost invisible, he could only
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558 see it with eyes slightly averted.
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559 He stopped for a minute, breathing shallowly, listening. Nothing. He
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560 covered the last few feet as quietly as he could. The shaft made soft
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561 rumbling sounds as it warmed and cooled through its cycle. He smiled,
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562 maybe he would be mistaken as a bit of hot air.
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563 He felt around the inside of the grill. The almost light coming through
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564 the slots was of no help, it was only a faint grey in the ink black of the
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565 shaft. Four bolts. No release. It was to much to ask.
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566 The back of the knife was toothed. He started on the closest bottom bolt.
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567
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568 Dried blood flew from the teeth, falling on his arms and face. After a
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570 He left one of the top bolts and bent the grill out, swinging it from in
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571 front of the opening.
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572 He couldn't see the floor, or even the shape of the room. Grabbing the
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573 lip of the shaft he forced his body partway through the opening. It was
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574 going to be tight turning this corner. When he got both arms out he searched
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575 for a handhold. More nothing. He would have to drop.
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576 Squirming around he mannaged to get his waist through the opening.
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577 hanging down the wall with arms outstreached. He had parachuted once.
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578 He had hated it. But at least you could see how far you would fall.
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579 He let himself drop.
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581 Adrian
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582 P.s. To the Fine tooth comber
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583 The use of the phrase "tediously slow" was intentional. I hope we are
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584 allowed to use redundancy to indicate degree.
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585 Also the phrase "ink black", surely you have heard of other colors of
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586 ink.
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587 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ETC.^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
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588 ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZippy
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589 After slipping on a loose-fitting terry robe, Christine led me from the bathroom to a somewhat less feminine room,
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590 where I found some decent clothes lying on a very comfortable looking bed, this time with blue sheets. As she stepped
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591 out of the room, I let the red robe fall to the floor and doexamined the gray suit that someone had, by the look of it,
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592 paid a good sum of money for. #Boy, they don't miss a trick#, I thought as I donned the pleated trousers.
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593 My thoughts drifted back to my recent bath. For the first time in years, I had sat in a tub without my Mr. Bubble.
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594 #Definately an interesting experience.#. Just as I was pulling the jacket over my shoulders, Christine entered the room.
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595 "Don't you ever knock?" I asked, noting how much that sounded like a line from a movie, "No." She replied bluntly.
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596 She didn't appear to have anything to add to that, so I decided to let that one lie for a while. "Umm, pardon me for
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597 continually prying into your affairs, but, Ummm, exactly what expertise of mine do you and your father need?"
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598 "Why don't you ask him yourself, You're going to see him as soon as your done getting dressed."
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599 #Ah ha!! That explains the suit!#, I thought, immediately thinking how stupid that thought was. #Boy, good thing that was
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600 just a thought!#, I thought, gaining back some of my mental composure.
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601 She must have noticed that I was not doing much besides standing idly, because she took my hand into hers and began to
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602 pull me along behind her.
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603 After several minutes of walking through an enourmous and well-furnished house, we came to an unobtrusive looking door,
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604 painted dark blue, just like every other door in the building.
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605 She reached out and gave the knob a twist. The door swung inward to reveal a rather plain office, with almost spartan
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606 furnishings. Behind a large, black wooden desk, smoking one of the smelliest cigars I have ever encountered, was an
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607 enourmously fat man, with inhumanly pale skin. The plate at the front of his desk read: "Zachary Leason".
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608 Upon seeing me, the man behind the desk, who I assumed to be Zachary Leason, Stood up in an explosion friendliness
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609 that was almost surreal in it's intensity. "Good day Dr. Danforth, I am very pleased, yes very pleased to make your
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610 acquaintance. Very pleased, yes." He walked out from behind his desk, revealing his incredible resemblance to a talking
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611 pear, and stepped within range of an unusually wet handshake. "Umm, Is it safe to assume that Christine has told you of
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612 our need for your skills?" He inquired, holding open a box of his cheap cigars. "Not entirely. No one has said anything
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613 about what you want me to do.", I answered, shaking my head in reply to his offer.
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614 "Ohhh, I must apologize for that." He said in his typical jolly fat-man voice," Yes, I must apologize. Well, have a
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615 seat, and we'll discuss your possible employment." He seemed to have a habit of offering things while he wawas speaking,
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616 I thought as I positioned myself into the sparsely padded chair he had gestured to.
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617 He plunked down behind the desk and laid his hamhock arms down on the smooth polished surface. He beganexplain what he
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618 wanted me to do, and my interest was stirred...
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619 ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZippy
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621 Alex, L'homme & Joshua:
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