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1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask...
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2 ************************* INSTALLED: 8 JUN 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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20 8ACICFP< 8ACICFP< 8ACICFP< 8ACICFP< 8ACICFP< 8ACICFP< 8ACICFP< 8ACICFP<
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21 i knew that revisiting backwater would pay off! here i am
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22 at the top!!!!!!!!!!
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23 oh, i'm so thrilled i'll have to save my entrie for later.
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24 8ACICFP< 8ACICFP< 8ACICFP< 8ACICFP< 8ACICFP< 8ACICFP< 8ACICFP< 8ACICFP<
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25 mispelling ^ up 2.
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26 entrie aka. entry. sorry hawkwind,,,
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27 8ACICFP< 8ACICFP< 8ACICFP< 8ACICFP< 8ACICFP< 8ACICFP< 8ACICFP< 8ACICFP<
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28 (more sand)
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29 Cold and alone, the stark figure stood in the emptied room.
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30 The eyes that looked nowhere yet saw everything were still pointing
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31 straight off into infinity. It's hand drew from under it's khaki
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32 gown and was held open, there was nothing in it. Slowly the fingers
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33 began to close, as did it's eyes. Once the hand was clenched into
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34 a tight fist, it said,
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35 "In eight more days the moon will be new, in thirty-six his
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36 time will have come to an end. Third Sister, your time is near at
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37 hand..." Once these words had been spoken, grains began
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38 to fall from the closed hand and began to disappear, as did the
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39 familiar figure...
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40 ^^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^^^ ^ - ->CHRONOS
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41
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42 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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43 "Okay, Grann, it's your show," Milchar said, his words clashing strongly
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44 with the medieval landscape surrounding him. Spell books were in hand, 3 x 5
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45 cards at the ready- all was prepared for the long journey ahead of the mage
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46 and his gnomish pupil. Grann was to begin the journey, casting a spell to
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47 transport both of them to their first destination.
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48 "Nuroc defbos alatmain, gyco rewnamais tydisain!" Grann half-chanted, half-
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49 shouted. He'd not advanced as far as to be capable of casting the dweomer
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50 without such verbal crutches, but Milchar was proud of him being able to do
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51 this particular one at all. Other-planal spells could be so bloody tricky.
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52 A short "pop" echoed into the forest in Celene; air rushed into the gap
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53 where Milchar and Grann had been standing only moments before.
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54 Simultaneously, they appeared in a dusty, white, and obviously disused
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55 corridor. A faint hum from the surrounding walls told of technology nearby.
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56 Both of the travellers were taken slightly aback. They'd expected a verdant
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57 field, lined with thatched huts.
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58 Grann's small face reddened slightly as he tried for a few moments to look for
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59 the non-existant huts.
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60 Milchar observed this, amused and irritated at the same time. This detour
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61 would cost them precious time as they tried to discover their location, and
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62 prepared for another try. All spells had their limits, in one way or another:
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63 the one Grann had used was limited by time. It could only be used once every
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64 few days. Milchar decided to make the best of it, and began looking at a
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65 nearby panel for a clue. Grann saw this, and followed suit.
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66 A few moments searching uncovered a small plate riveted to a service panel.
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67 The dust covered it thickly; Milchar began rubbing it off. "T...A...R...D..."
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68 he began, then stopped. "No, it couldn't be. That would be asking too much
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69 of coincedence," he muttered. Grann padded over, now watching him work from
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70 behind. Milchar continued working, more slowly this time. "...I...S. A...C..
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71 C...E...S...S...," and so on, until the entire plate had been cleaned. It
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72 read, "TARDIS ACCESS HATCH #63492".
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73 Coincedence had decided that "too much" be damned, Grann's faulty spell had
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74 carried them somewhere into the bowels of the Doctor's TARDIS. He wasn't going
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75 to like this.
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76 As if he were a telepath, the Doctor's voice floated into the hall on cue
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77 from hidden speakers. "You and your 3 x 5 cards. I think the spell
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78 you used to get here put me off course by three parsecs and ten years. Come
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79 on up to the control room, let's have a look at you. A service vehicle on the
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80 way, just get on. It's only a ten-minute ride from where you are. Oh, by the
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81 way- glad to see you again, Milch."
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82 +++++++++++++++ Milchar ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ June 8, 1985 ++++++++++++
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83 WELL NOW!
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84 I see the backwater's still in good shape, purple prose-wise! But
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85 plagiarism? for shame!
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86 HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHrothgar....................................
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87 {{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}
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88 The world I built with you love,
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89 And the world you built with me,
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90 Is crumbling down, now that you've gone
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91 To join other such debris.
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92
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93 I can't afford to linger
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94 Within its memory.
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95 For one can't frolic alone for two,
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96 So lovely and silently.
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97
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98 For the one does struggle for laughter
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99 Which the two so lightly breezed.
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100 And the tears that do come after,
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101 Share no harmony.
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102 Fall alone while they relieve.
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103
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104 But although our world is over
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105 And another one will spring,
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106 Perhaps with another lover;
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107 Some things solidly remain.
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108
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109 The little ways of walking,
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110 And the little ways to joke.
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111 And the little styles of thinking,
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112 And the similar dreams for both;
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113 Will never fade away.
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114
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115 {{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{NEW POET}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}
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116
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117 [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/]
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118 {NEW POET}, I was talking to another visiter here just the other night. One
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119 of those long late night conversations that drift into the morning hours, one
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120 filled with long pauses and a hundred subjects. One of the subjects was how
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121 uncomfortable it is to praise our fellow users here on BW. We both admitted to
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122 calling in soon after we posted our work, to see if it had made any impression,
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123 like children seeking recognition of some new accomplishment. Yet we ourselves
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124 withheld our views. Your name came up, and we both agreed that we had wanted
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125 to tell you how much we liked your work, but we hadn't.
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126 I just wanted you to know.
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127 [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] THE TIN MAN [/] [/]
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128 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*Guru of Bliss*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*
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129 Multiple 'sages' (or is that Sages?); writters of the purple verse, or better?
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130 Oh wow! The pine scented breezes are realy stirring. Too many to praise by
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131 name. Thanx one and all!
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132 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*
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133 !
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134 ............. ............. ............. .............
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135 The cab ride was a little longer than I had anticipated and had
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136 commited the unforgivable act of falling asleep in the back seat. Yet
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137 the soft feel of the geltely worn cusion begged for me to sleep. As I
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138 had passed though many neighborhoods and had missed many sights, there
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139 was but one person I had struggled to see. If the gods were with me,
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140 I would soon have my wish.
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141 "Awright Mac, this is the end of the ride. You can wake up now."
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142 The voice of the cabby was not a pleasant one to wake up to, but it
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143 was all I needed to be brought back to my sences. Slightly dazed for
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144 having allowed myself to slip into the comfort of sleep, I had pulled
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145 my head back into the upright position with enough force to give myself
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146 a horrible crick. I'll live.
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147 "Thank you, my good man... Are you quite certain that this is the
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148 address of the lady I had given you?" I asked, trying too much to be
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149 casual.
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150 "Listen Mac, I been drivin' through these streets for the past
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151 thirteen years so I should know one house from another after all this
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152 time, don't you think?" He didn't sound very well at odds so I would
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153 just pay him and be off.
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154 "Yes, and very well at that. Thank you for your services." With
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155 that I handed the man a fistful of currency and left him behind me.
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156 As the drowsiness cleared from my sight, the old mansion became
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157 quite clear--large and majestic. It had been much too long since I had
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158 seen the 'palace' that I had forgotten of its splendor. Looking at it
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159 would remind one of the great houses of the old South before the fires of
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160 battle would leave their hideous reminders. This was The Lamb Manor.
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161 Cautiously, I walked closer to it. The hedges and barred iron
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162 fences showed that she still cared for her privacy. They would not stop
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163 me for a moment. Maintaing a vigil for anyone that might bear a
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164 resemblance to a security man, I made my way around to a portion of the
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165 fence that was in desperate need of repair. Due to the fact that someone
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166 had been neglecting their job, mine had been made all the more easier.
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167 Besides, I hadn't really felt like scaling the fence as it was.
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168 Once on the grounds and away form the greenery I shaked off the twigs and
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169 leaves that would be tell tale of my compromise of their precious
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170 security routine. I made myself comfortable with the fact that if I had
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171 not been accosted yet, I wouldn't be stopped. I walked up to the main
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172 entrance and took another look around before lifting the brass knocker.
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173 The gate that stood directly behind me was standing wide open. Smooth.
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174 Now that I felt like a complete fool, I had to forget the whole farce.
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175 After dropping the knocker, I ran my hand through my hair and straighted
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176 my blouse and jacket. The thought that I looked like a beggar did not
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177 rest well on my conscience.
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178 "Yes, suh. What is it that you require?" came the voice from the
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179 opened door. The sight of the butler wearing a tuxedo gave my ego a dent.
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180 "I would like to see the lady of the house... If I may."
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181 "Might she be expecting your company, suh?" I wasn't sure which I
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182 loathed more, his overly strong British accent or his looking down his
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183 nose at me.
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184 "No, although the appointment I have with her is... long overdue."
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185 "M'lady is rather occupied today. May I inform her who wishes to
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186 see her?" Again, that annoying accent.
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187 "Yes, if you would be so kind," I said with great sarcasm and a smile
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188 on my face. "Inform her that Kos... That a Mister Coolidge wishes to
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189 see her."
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190 "Yes, suh. I'll return to you shortly. Please wait outside." He
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191 then turned to attend to my request. From behind, he was vulnerable. As
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192 he dropped to the floor, he was unconscious.
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193 "Goodnight, Winston. I think I am quite capable of handling my own
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194 affairs, thank you." I shook my hand to relieve the sting it received from
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195 delivering the blow. Finding her office within the house would not be
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196 difficult for now being on the inside my memory of the house improved
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197 greatly. Once upstairs and at the door I listened for sounds that would
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198 indicate whether anyone was inside. A minute passed and I heard nothing
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199 that told of someones presence. I slowly turned the knob of the door.
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200 "I thought I told you that I wasn't to be disturbed, Phillip."
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201 Her voice was soft yet upset, she didn't raise her head from her desk.
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202 "Yes, mum. Is there anything else?" I said with the strongest accent
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203 I could muster while the door closed behind me.
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204 "Phillip?" She raised her eyes to look at the intruder, they were
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205 quizzical and filled with wonder. She only gasped.
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206 "Did you think that I would not return to you someday?" I aksed.
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207 She paused before she dropped her eyes back to her papers.
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208 "You! I had waited for you. For months and months I waited! Then
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209 I just... gave... up..." She slumped in her chair as she fell back in
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210 confussion. It appeared that the time that was spent in our seperation
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211 had all just caught up with her.
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212 "I had wanted to tell you that I was going to leave, but I could not.
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213 There was a reason for my silence, for my absence." I stopped to catch
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214 my breath. "There was a reason..." The words were difficult to speak.
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215 "But you just left! And for what? So you could be with your
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216 friends at that fancy computer corporation?" Some vitality returned to
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217 her as she spat out the words with a degree of contempt. "You never
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218 could make time for me once you joined up with that 'Nebula Electronics
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219 Training' group. No, you just had to study... You just had to stay away
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220 from me once you made your new friends over there, you rat!" She had
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221 risen from her chair and was coming at me with a bared hand in an attempt
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222 to slap me. I kept her hand from reaching my face by intercepting it with
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223 mine. She became furious when her attempt failed and raised her other
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224 hand to do the job. I never cared for having to handle a lady in such a
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225 manner, but I wasn't about to stand there and be slapped by a frenzied
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226 woman. I grabbed both of her arms to halt her and backed her to her desk
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227 to settle her.
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228 "You must listen to me, I don't have much time. Sooner or later they
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229 will be after me, they always are."
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230 "What are you talking about Lewis?"
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231 "Again that name! I am no longer 'Lewis', never call me by that name
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232 again. You will only call me 'Kosta' for it is what I am rihtly called
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233 by. Now listen to me."
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234 "Kosta? What's wrong with you? You'r not..." Just then the sound
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235 of the telephone's intercom filled the room.
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236 "(Zzzt) Your attourney is here to finalize your divorce actions,
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237 would you like for me to send him in now?"
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238 "Mary... Divorce? You've married? But I..."
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239 "Twice, you fool. This is in all the California papers. Where have
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240 you hiding all this time? Russia?" I was truly statled.
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241 "No, Bulgaria...." was the only thing that came to mind.
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242 It was the truth, but she never would believe me. Could I believe her?
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243 ............. ............. ............. .............
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244 Now that I've taken more than enough space with my babbling, I depart.
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245 Have at it if you wish, I attempted to make up for lost time but all I
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246 ended with was digression. 'Tis my reward for disregard for deadlines.
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247 KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA ...only KOSTA
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248
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249 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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250 As nearly imperceptable echoes of the gray dawn filtered down into the depths
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251 of the forest floor, the piper's mind began to clear. He was striding slilently
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252 through the darkness, guided by silently moving grey forms like disembodied
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253 spirits that appeared out of the darkness, corrected his course, and slipped
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254 off into the shadows. Somehow they kept him in motion -- the non-verbal message
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255 was present and clear -- "hurry! move silently and swiftly. we must be gone."
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256 The piper realized that he was being moved at the maximum pace he could
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257 long sustain -- green eyes materialized over a long muzzle, gazed for a moment
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258 and faded -- pressed along with no room for manuever. Suddenly, a gentle touch,
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259 and a tug, the piper found his course altered. The piper felt that the
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260 controlled force in the jaws that held his wrist could easily crush the bones,
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261 but the touch was light and controlled. Turned from the track by this signal,
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262 the piper stood quietly, looking at his compainion, a large wolf standing with
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263 a most intellegent look in it's eyes.
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264 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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266 <o>+<o>+<o>+<o>+<o>+<o>+<o>+<o>+<o>+<o>+<o>+<o>+<o>+<o>
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268 Flame
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269
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270 I hold the tinder cupped carefully in my hands,
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271 Slowly I breath life into the feable spark.
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272 It flares, catches flame.
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273 The dark winds howl their anger at this intuding fire,
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274 But my desperate resolve is stronger.
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275 I cannot, I will not fail.
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276 As I carefully shield the small flame with my body,
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277 I light the small fire in branches of dead trees,
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278 and quickly it flares into life.
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279 Though the darkness screams its rage in anger,
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280 I hold fast to my firm resolve,
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281 and the flame yet lives.
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282 I dare not let even tears of happiness fall,
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283 nor the tears of past remembered failure.
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284 For this time the flame must live.
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285 The bright flame turns back the seeking darkness.
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286 It brings day to to the everlasting gloom.
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287 It brings light into my life.
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288
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289 BH
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290
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291 <o>+<o>+<o>+<o>+<o>+<o>+<o>+<o>+<o>+<o>+<o>+<o>+<o>+<o>
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292
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293 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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294 Hrothgar: The Doctor's ways are only slightly plagarized, for several reasons.
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295 1. The Doctor that resides here has another name, but hates it; he'll deny
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296 any such name exists.
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297 2. I believe that he has stolen a fully operational TARDIS, not one with a
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298 'defunct trash-o stuck-in-a-box' chameleon circuit.
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299 3. He doesn't look like ANY of the real Doctor's incarnations.
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300 4. Point 1 implies that the Doctor has a mysterious past; this is the case.
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301 5. He's not NEARLY as intelligent as the real thing.
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302 Now that THAT's been cleared up, I believe that I'll sit and wait around for
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303 a message from him; he's not so daft as to miss that last one. I'll get a
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304 thorough tounge-lashing.
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305 + Bye for now ++++++++++ Milchar ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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306 ************************************************************************
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307 L'HOMME: BUG REPORT----- DON'T USE A RANDOMIZE VALUE OF "0", OR YOU
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308 WILL ALWAYS GET BACK "0" FROM THE 'RND' FUNCTION. SEEMS THE RANDOM
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309 GENERATOR DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO DEAL WITH A ZERO VALUE IN THE SEED
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310 REGISTER. ALSO, IN THE "WPLOC.OVS" ROUTINE, ADD JUST AFTER THE 10000
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311 LABEL 'LET X = N + 2' SO AS TO GET THE PROPER 'X' LOCATION. OPPS!
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312 SO MUCH FOR COPYING CODE. I GUESS THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS... OH WELL.
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313 HAVEN'T HAD A CHANCE TO CHECK ON THE 5 KEY THING YET, WILL LET YOU
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314 KNOW ON THE RESULTS.
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315 ************************** CISTOP MIKEY ********************************
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316 *_*#$^_)#$*^_@)^_)#$*^_)@*^_@#*^_)!^*_)&^_)@^*@#_^@_)^&)_*@^_^&@_)^&@^$^$^&*_^
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317 "Traffic! Traffic! Traffic! Is this one of your damn oddities or one of
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318 your damn delights Fellows?" L'homme's voiced growled with a tone rarely
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319 heard by is co-patriots. Fellows knew something was amiss.
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320 "Take it easy Parity. You have driven in worse traffic than this. Why
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321 remember that time in Paris, the West Bank, the Renault, and the Russian
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322 double agent?" Once again Fellows was trying to calm the situation with his
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323 rememberance of happier times.
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324 "Yes...I remember. Sorry. It's Kosta. I wasn't going to tell you, but I
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325 know Kosta better than either he or I have let on. It was I who was respons-
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326 ible for sending him away to Bulgaria. He still blames me for separating him
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327 from Mary. I could feel the resentment in his voice, in his look. Old wounds
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328 like that never heal."
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329 "I understand Parity. Better than you might think. Under my glib exterior
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330 beats the heart of a man who DOES understand."
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331 Farley, who had been rather silent through this soul-searching
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332 conversation, spoke up. "Enough you guys. I think I'm gonna cry!" Cold stares
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333 met Farley's remarks. "Hey! I was only trying to lighten things up. This
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334 operation with Kosta is going to be tough enough, this kind of talk is only
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335 going to make things worse."
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336 Farley was right, and both Parity and Fellows knew it. They both had to
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337 smile though; Farley was finally showing some of the mission rigor required
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338 of a NET agent. "Ok Farley," Parity relented. "Nose to the grind stone, and
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339 all that."
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340 Parity guided their stolen auto through the streets of San Francisco with
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341 the skill and determination that had won him the NET driving competition award
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342 the last three years. It had been L'homme sans Parity that had unseated the
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343 reigning champion Joshua back in 1982. Joshua... But that's another story.
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344 "Golden Gate Park on the left boys, we are almost there. Get ready."
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345 Parity wasn't looking forward to the possible unpleasantries that he knew
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346 might ensue, but he had a mission to accomplish. "Mission over all" thought
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347 L'homme, repeating a phrase out of some past NET training pamphlet. "Ok,
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348 house, or rather mansion on the left. Farley, I'm letting you off here. Go
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349 around back, you know the procedure. Let us know if you get any business
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350 back there." Farley jumped from the car with all the poise of a NET veteran.
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351 "Farley is on his way." smiled Parity.
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352 "I'm on the side, right?" Fellows knew the answer before he asked it. He
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353 and Parity had worked together long enough to know each other's moves quite
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354 well. "This should do it." Fellows exited the car, and made his way to the
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355 vine covered high wall surrounding the Lamb Estate.
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356 L'homme parked the car in front of the house. As he walked towards the
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357 entrance gate in the wall, he spied a brand new BMW 318i parked on the
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358 opposite side of the street. "Visitor? Kosta?" Parity wondered who would
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359 be home besides Lamb. "Kosta is here, this is the logical place for him to
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360 come." L'homme patted the standard NET issue sidearm in the side pocket of
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361 his tweed jacket. It was painfully apparent that L'homme did not want to
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362 have to use this method of persuasion.
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363 The rings announcing his arrival at the gate fell on deaf ears, so Parity
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364 was forced to pick the electronic lock to gain entrance. Nothing more than a
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365 nuisance to a highly trained agent, but still a time waster. The house
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366 seemed strangely quiet as he approached the handsome handcarved oaken door.
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367 "What will I find behind this door?" Since whoever was in the house must have
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368 heard the bells, Parity decided to enter sans knocking.
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369 The ornate door creaked like an ornate door should. The sounds echoed in
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370 the huge entrance chamber as NET agent Parity stepped on to the white marble
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371 floor. Opulence seemed somehow inadequate to describe the decor found inside
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372 the Lamb domicile. Knocked-out-cold did describe the condition of a very
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373 high-brow looking Negro butler who lay sprawled on the stone floor three
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374 feet from the entrance. "It would appear that someone has preceded us here."
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375 L'homme mused to himself. "Let us determine the exact nature of this someone,
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376 and if possible render this someone incapable of doing further damage to the
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377 occupants of this house." L'homme had decided in the moments just after seeing
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378 the unconscious man on the floor in front of him that the only way to finish
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379 what he had started so many years ago with Kosta would be to return to the
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380 book method. "Remember you are a professional. No matter how much it hurts,
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381 detachment from emotion is the only way you are going to end this unfortunate
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382 episode." Parity was an expert at the spy-rationalization. He had to use it
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383 constantly.
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384 Voices...loud voices from another room grabbed the paused agent's
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385 attention. Angry voices....coming from upstairs. It was impossible to make
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386 out the gender of those arguing, but it was clear this was no philosophical
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387 discussion on the ethics of Kant. Withdrawing the weapon from his pocket,
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388 agent Parity made his way up the carpeted stairs. Pressing a small switch
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389 on the side of his weapon flashed a tiny LED on the identical guns of
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390 Farley and Fellows outside. It was another invention of Ian's to let all
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391 NET agents within a certain area know that weapons were being used. Of
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392 course the weapons already had to be in the hands of the agents in question,
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393 but Ian still felt it was a needed feature.
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394 The voices were coming from behind a closed door at the end of the hall
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395 on the second floor. L'homme could make out three distinct voices now, one
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396 of which was female. "This is it. Showdown at the OK Corral. I wish it
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397 were only a Hollywood western." Sweat trickled down Parity's forehead. His
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398 hand moved towards the doorknob. Slowly he turned the handle. Silently he
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399 opened the door. "Faire encore des siennes." Pushing the door open wide,
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400 he stepped into the room; into the fray...
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401 *%_$*_#)*^_#$)*_#*^_)#$*_#$^_ L'homme sans Parity *%_*%@_)%*@)_#%*@_)%*@_%@%
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402
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403 PS Stepping out of my spy guise: Mikey: I have recompiled all the adventures
|
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404 with a new zapped version of the compiler. I will take note of the fix for
|
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405 the .OVC file. Let me know when you have checked the 5-key status. Again it
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406 might be something I messed up on. I hope it is that simple. There might
|
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407 have been somthing wrong with the shell program I used to test things out.
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408 Before I forget...no more dropped characters on the AT. Either it was a
|
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409 fluke or it was fixed somehow(?).
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410 *%_$*%_)@*%_)@#*%_)@^_)@*#^_)*@$^)_#$*^)_*@$_^&@)_^*$_)@^@_)^*@_)^*@_)^*@_)^*
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411 PSS Stepping back into spy guise: Kosta take note : Front gate closed since
|
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412 as the lawyer came to the house and found the gate open, he closed it.
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413 I had a reason for Simpson being exactly who he is. Lawyer is in with
|
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414 you two arguing it out. I thought I better clear those things up just in
|
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415 case....
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416 %$%#$%$#%
|
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417 Hi! Hildy here with another happy hint for the harried housewife.
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418 "A stitch in time saves nine."
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419 Well, that's it, bye till next time.
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420
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421 %&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%
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422 Suddenly, in the great thunderous silence
|
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423 just before dawn, when no man is about,
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424 save those vile and treacherous creatures
|
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425 who have nought in their hearts but
|
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426 to do you and me harm, suddenly
|
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427 old hooty owl hooty-hooed to the dove:
|
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428 "Tammy, Tammy, Tammy's in love."
|
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429 %&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%
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430
|
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431 -------------------------------------------------
|
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432
|
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433 A man talking on the phone in a phone booth.
|
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434
|
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435 "Louise?...... Henry.
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436
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437 Hare Krishna
|
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438 Hare Krishna
|
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439 Krishna Krishna
|
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440 Hare Hare
|
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441 Hare Rama
|
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442 Hare Rama
|
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443 Rama Rama
|
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444 Hare Hare
|
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445
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446 Did I leave my wallet on the bureau?"
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447
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448 --------------------------------------------------
|
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449
|
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450 GENTLEMEN:
|
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451 I'M NOT A PERSON WHO GENERALLY WRITES LETTERS.
|
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452 HOWEVER, IN THIS CASE, I FELT THAT I HAD TO.
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453 SINCERLY,
|
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454 JOHNNY L. SEAGULL
|
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455
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456 OFF
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457
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458 HI ALL
|
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459
|
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OFF
|
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460 {c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}
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461 Tammy is in love? really? why don't people tell me these things.
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462 {c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{c}{tammy}{c}{c}{c}{c}
|
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463 {+|+} (463) 06092041
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464 --------------------------
|
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465 775-xxxx New
|
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466 775-xxxx board
|
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467 775-xxxx to
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468 775-xxxx call!
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469 --------------------------
|
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470 If you didn't catch the number, it's 775-xxxx.
|
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471 --------------------------
|
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472 That's all.
|
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473
|
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474 =================================================================
|
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475 With a start I opened my eyes. I was greeted with the
|
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476 garish light of a bare bulb. Getting up, I sat on the edge of the
|
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|
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477 hard shelf that served as a bed, I groaned. My head ached. It
|
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478 felt as if it were the size of a weather balloon. My mouth was so
|
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479 dry, I was not even sure if I could speak.
|
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480 I heard a movment. Looking up, I saw that Pam was also
|
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481 awake. "Still not talking are we? Sigh... I wonder what possesed
|
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482 me to even to get into this mess. I guess you are pretty enough
|
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483 in your own way, and those piercing green eyes of yours can look
|
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484 right into a man's soul." ..... "Not going to talk huh? Sigh...
|
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485 Oh well, I guess it's time to see what we can do to get out of
|
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486 here."
|
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487 I got up and moved over to the barred window, it was getting
|
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488 dark out, but there didn't seem to be much that could be done
|
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489 by that route. "Well, I hope that at least you'll cooperate and
|
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490 help me get us out of this mess (assuming you want out...)."
|
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491 Just then a key rattled in the lock. "Oh lord, here we go
|
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492 again. No, this time I'm not going to let it happen again. I hope
|
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493 you're with me, because I'm getting out of here!"
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494 "OK." ... "She speaks! You stand on that side or the door,
|
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495 and I'll stand on this side, when they come in we'll hit 'em.
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496 OK?" "Sure, why not?"
|
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497 The door slid back to reveal Mr. toothless's sickening
|
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498 smile. We kept back against the wall. After a moments hesitation,
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499 Toothless stepped in wondering what happened to us. I yelled
|
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500 "Hey!" startled toothless looked in my direction, then came at
|
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501 me. About that time Pam jumped him, and grabed him in a sleeper
|
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502 hold. Taking the opertunity, I hauled off and kicked him in the
|
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503 stomach which caused him to loose what wind he had left. In
|
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504 moments he turned red then blue, and collapsed. "Good work!
|
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505 You're not bad at all!" Just then a shout came from the hallway
|
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506 outside. "Hey! What's going on in there?" Quickly hiding against
|
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507 the wall again, we waited for toothless's partner. Fool that he
|
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508 was, he saw toothless on the floor, and ran right in. I jumped
|
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509 him from behind.... BIG mistake... He just grunted, and reached
|
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510 around behind grabing me by the hair and pulled. As I was
|
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511 screaming in pain, Pam rushed up and stomped rather heavily on
|
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512 his foot which made him loose interest in me, then put her knee
|
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513 in a place that would do the most good. While he was screaming in
|
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514 agony, I jumped further up on his back forcing him to lean over,
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515 which Pam took the opertunity to introduce him to her knee once
|
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516 more, this time in the face. While he was dazed, and bleeding
|
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517 copiously, I got off and with all my strength slamed his head
|
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518 against the wall. I was greated with a hollow 'thunk' after which
|
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519 he slumped to the floor. "Good work! Though I don't think I would
|
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520 want to ever get on your bad sIde, you've got some pretty nasty
|
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521 tricks up your sleeve." "Oh shut up! quite wasting time, let's
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522 get out of here!" Stepping out side the cell. A quick look showed
|
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523 that the only other exit was a room at the end of the hall.
|
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524 Quickly moving towards it, we stepped inside.
|
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525 We found ourselves in a small room. Soundlessly the doors
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526 slide shut after us, and a sequential seriesof numbers on the
|
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527 wall began to light up - one after another. Some sort of cout
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528 down I figured, or perhaps a trick. I became aware of a faint
|
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529 whirring sound and got the weird feeling that we were being taken
|
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530 for a ride. Yet we were standing still! A fist tightened in my
|
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531 stomach and I felt sick. My ears began to pop like cheap gum.
|
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532 Pop! Pop pop pop! This whole thing was beginning to take on
|
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533 bizarre proportions, all right!
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534 ======================== Marvin Deepe ===========================
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535
|
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536
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537 LARRY M. WE NED T I NEED NEW MODEM MUFFS.
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538 EXIT
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539
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540
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541
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543 Themnax: I have been informed that some ancient tomes in my possession may
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544 be of interest to thee. They deal with people such as Trigger Argee, Bad
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545 News Quillan and a lass of the Amberdon family...
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546 You may contact me through the ComWeb...
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547 ..............................the apprentice.............................
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550 Milch: You are definitly(sp?) pushing your luck, buddy!!
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551 No time to enter anything, must sleep...
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552 ???????????????T The Doctor ??????????????????????? 12:17:43 on 6/10/85 ????????
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553 -+- -+- -+-
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555 The piper, having spent years in that grey area between the diurnal and
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556 nocturnal, lost conciousness as full light began to fill the forest.
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557 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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559 Sage: I never knew of another... I don't want to be confused with
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560 anyone so I shall change my name. It shall be The Sleeper.
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561 The Sleeper
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563 Here's a sonnet for y'all:
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564 "A Medieval Fantasy"
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566 The cold dawn breaks upon the misty earth,
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567 An unknown warrior into the world comes forth.
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568 The knight himself of unchaste birth,
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569 A stallion he rides is white, pure, named "Truth".
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570 Brave, fearless, his devotion to a cause
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571 Is unmatched, and his name will spread far and wide.
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572 When soverign maidens fall to evil claws,
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573 If he believes he can save her, he will ride.
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574 To raise his sword named "Justice" in his hand
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575 He will strike the heart of the evil empire's power--
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576 Huns, godless liars, under a blood-red standard--
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577 And crush their will, and their great war-towers.
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578 But through the eyes of the evil empire,
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579 Is not his cause no less one to conspire?
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581 l'oeufl'oeufl'oeufl'oeufl'oeufl'oeufl'oeufl'oeufl'oeufl'oeufl'oeufl'oeufl'oef
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582 boy with all this sleeper hold stuff and dropping off and
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583 the sleeper and losing consciousness and getting knocked
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584 out and being kicked in the groin and various and sundry
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585 other things I think I'll take a nap!
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588 I had something to contribute, but a little too much noise on the
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589 line hampers my entering Jannet's work at this time.
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590 (C.M.: I think it is more likely from my line, not yours. -K.)
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591 KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA
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593 Hmmmm... My next entry will be exactly 43 lines long (including borders), so I
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594 DON'T have enough room on this disk. Oh, well, it was a thought, anyway.
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