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1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask...
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2 ************************* INSTALLED: 12 DEC 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 Ripple: L'homme says that you had a question on COPYLINK. Anything I can help with?
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21 *********************************** CISTOP MIKEY ********************************
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22 -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -JUGGLER- -+- -+- -+-
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23 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\THE DESTROYER\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\27
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24 "...kill him. I'll kill him..."
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25 "Kill who?"
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26 James jolted awake when he realized that he had been actually speaking. He relaxed when he saw that it wasn't
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27 Putzie standing over him. It was a much older man, more than a little overweight with a receding white hairline and a
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28 neat, greying beard. He had a warm, friendly twinkle in his eye that would put the most nervous patient to ease. "Oh.
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29 Hi, Doc Kanden."
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30 Doc Kanden had a small medical scanner that he was studying. After a moment, he looked up. "You sounded pretty
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31 upset. Who is it that you are intending to kill in my hospital?"
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32 "Three guesses." James replied grumpily. Despite his aggravation, he actually felt much better.
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33 "I see. Why you two can't get along is beyond me. By the way, I've turned off the neutralizer. Try to move your
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34 left arm, just a little."
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35 James slowly raised his hand and his back started throbbing immediately. He tried to move it across his chest. Then
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36 he felt pain. No, he felt Pain. In a pinched voice, he said, "Hurts, Doc."
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37 "As well it should." Doc Kanden grabbed his wrist and gently placed he arm back where it was. The pain quickly
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38 subsided to excruciating. "But you are still healing amazingly fast. Only five days and you are already halfway to
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39 being discharged. Anybody else I'd expect to still be critical. You were very badly hurt. Willerd did a masterful job
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40 of patching you up."
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41 "Yeah, I guess he did. But I sure ain't gonna tell him."
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42 Doc Kanden sighed, "I didn't really think so."
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43 As he started to leave, James called out "Wait."
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44 Doc turned around grimly. He already knew what James was going to ask.
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45 "What about the rest?"
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46 Doc suddenly looked and sounded much older. "It doesn't look good. The force you were using to sustain yourself has
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47 been badly depleted and you lost some ground. From the looks of things you probably cut your remaining time down by a
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48 quarter."
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49 James was silent, trying to let it soak in. A quarter...
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50 Doc Kanden continued, "I'm sorry..."
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51 James waved him off. "Don't be. I'd... just like to be alone for a while."
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52 The doctor left quietly and James was left alone with his thoughts again.
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53 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\THE DESTROYER\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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54 """"""""""""""""""
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55 Juggler: Nice entry on the last disk.
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56 """"""""""""""""""SOLI
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58
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59 Franklin Pervis eased into his comfortable old work chair and flicked on the
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60 word processor in front of him. Already , his first article had provided a
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61 few leads... as well as more than a few crackpot calls from people either
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62 claiming to be Delta V or those who swore he had killed their mother not
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63 three or four weeks ago.
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65 He stared at the papers in front of him. He glanced at a plain white card,
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66 sent to him from some guy named Nick Young. Pervis chuckled and muttered to
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67 himself about the crackpots who come out of the woodwork claiming to know
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68 something about everything but who in fact only want to see their name in
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69 the paper. He tossed the card in the round file and continued leafing through
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70 the papers.
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72 The memo from Scotland Yard intrigued him most. His source was impeccable, and
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73 Franklin noted wryly that suddenly his subject was under the scrutiny of a lot
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74 of different people around the world. He didn't know if it was due to his
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75 article or not, and he didn't care.
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76
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77 He just wasn't sure whether he really wanted to be investigating this man,
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78 he could almost feel the presence of him around every corner. His stench
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79 of death pervaded every sense of Franklin Pervis' being.
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80
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81 He wiped his brow and began his second entry, in what he hoped would be a
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82 continuing series of articles.
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84 But he could never quite shake that feeling of dread...
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88 Nick Young strode forcefully up to the receptionist's desk in the
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89 lobby of the local rag.
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90 "Frankilin Pervis?" He quizzed the lady there.
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91 She pointed. "Thanks..." Nick tipped his hat and strode off in the
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92 direction she had indeicated.
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93 PEN NAME
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95 WHAT HAPPENED TO THE NICK THING WITH THE CRITICS?
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96
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97 TRIPPING ON BOOKS by Clark
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99 I...have...fallen into the book, but that's impossible!!! I mean it's
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100 a great book and all but people just don't go around falling into the
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101 plots of the books they read. This can't be happening! There must be
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102 another explanation...
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103 "How would you answer the question Mr Gray?"
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104 He was asking Tim to respond to the question! Panic has a way of
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105 clogging the throat of even the most talkative student. Panic over the
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106 question; panic over the whole situation.
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107 "I am sorry, could you repeat the question?"
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108 "Certainly Mr Gray, but next time pay a little more attention if you
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109 will. The question concerns the roots of our new State Act in the
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110 redistribution-of-wealth movements starting late 1988."
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111 Shit! It's only 1985. Or it was only 1985. Er, I have only lived to
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112 1985. What am I going to...
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113 "The class is waiting. Certainly you remember the Frenchman I.M.
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114 Meager's movements of the period? It was he who was mainly responsible for
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115 most of the uprisings across Europe."
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116 "Yes, of course. Meager... Well I would say the new Act is the
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117 State's effort to redistribute the wealth of the people into... the
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118 government's hands. I mean that's what it looks like to me. It's like the
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119 Infernal Revenue Service in the eighties, only worse. Now they want
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120 everything!"
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121 A silenced hush fell over the classroom. Tim then realized what he
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122 just said could probably be construed as treason under the new government.
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123 Normally he would never think of acting treasonable, but this was anything
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124 but normal.
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125 "Very interesting observation Tim. I would like to talk to you after
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126 class, if you wouldn't mind."
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127 Tim could hardly believe it. "Sure." was the only thing he could
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128 manage to mutter.
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129 The class then went on almost as if nothing happened. Tim did
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130 notice that a few of the other students in the classroom stole occasional
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131 glances at him though.
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132 After class Tim crammed all of his books, including his copy of
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133 "George's War", into a red vinyl-like carrying bag. He stayed seated while
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134 professor Gratis talked to a few students at the front of the room. Soon
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135 the lingering students left, and George made his way to where Tim sat.
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136 George Gratis was about 6 feet tall. His hair was closely cropped,
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137 but his full beard did not share the same careful attention. He wore the
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138 same brown fatigues that everyone else wore, including Tim. Instead of the
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139 clothes appearing almost tailor-made like they did for the other students,
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140 George's hung from his large frame in unruly patterns. George sat at on a
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141 desk opposite of Tim's seat.
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142 "That was a very interesting answer you gave today Tim. How long
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143 have you felt this way about the government." Professor Gratis spoke in
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144 hushed tones, as if wanting to keep this conversation for Tim's ears only.
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145 What could Tim say that wouldn't sound crazy? He had been transported
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146 into a science fiction book twelve years in the future. He was sitting before
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147 the main character in the book, discussing treasonable subjects regarding
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148 the State. Tim was sitting with a professor in a classroom like he had a
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149 hundred times in three and a-half years at his university. Tim was in
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150 another world, and he didn't know quite what to say.
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151
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152 <To be continued>
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154 TRIPPING ON BOOKS
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156 *****************************************************************************
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157 __________________________________________________________________
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158 NET INTERNAL MEMO
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159 FM : RESEARCH
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160 TO : MR. MacHinery
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161
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162 Apparently those jokers at undergound are at it again. Ears
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163 have picked up increased transmission on their broascast lines,
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164 and content seems to be regarding the Delta 5/Wassir/European
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165 affair. Since the crypto department broke their code last summer,
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166 we have had little trouble keeping tabs on underground, but their
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167 interference on this matter could cause complications. May we
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168 remind you of the infamous 'Stumblefoot' incident two years ago
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169 involving that underground agent who managed to fall into a
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170 firefight between NET agents and the Dangerfield kamakazi squad.
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171 The complete report is contained online under /fool/org.
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172 __________________________________________________________________
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174 .asmic delight.
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175 -------------------------------------------------------------------------
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176 "I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Pervis, but this was just delivered and the
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177 messenger said you'd want to see it immediately...." Pervis opened the large manila envelope and
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178 extracted to contents. A photograph fell out and landed at the feet of the man
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179 who was sitting across from Franklin. He picked it up, gasped, and fell back into his chair. He
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180 had instantly recognized the woman and two children posed standing in front of the nearly new
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181 frame house... Franklin too, was looking at a photograph, and was equally paled. He quickly invest-
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182 igated the other items on his desk. There were two keys. His heart sank, and he shuddered. The
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183 key was distinct, it was an Abloy, tho only pickproof lock on the market, and there was a number
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184 scratched on it. It was his house number. The note was one typewritten sheet, and said simply,
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185 "Mr. Pervis, Mr
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186 Young. I believe you understand what is meant by the items in front of you. Now. My "threat" was
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187 intended to scare you, and only that. I do not go around offing people unless they are an immediate
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188 threat to me. I see I have succeeded in making you understand what it is like to live with fear.
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189 I livw with it every day of my life. I was never going to kill you, Pervis. I will not kill you
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190 nor will I interfere in your life in any way, as long as you leave me alone. And when I give my
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191 word, I keep it. You will find this to be true when you recieve the communique that was recently
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192 sent to you from Scotland Yard."
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193 The note went on to say" This is to you, Mr. Young. You are way out of your league. Leave it
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194 alone or you will not live to see Christmas, and I think yhe people in the photo will miss you.
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195 There was no signature, but scotch taped to the botom of the page was a triangle made of yellow
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196 plastic. Engraved in the center was the Roman numeral five.
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198 SOLI, thanks... (Even if I did repeat myself at
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199 the bottom there. Second phones aren't great for
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200 maintaining trains of thought.)
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201 Dr. Frankenstupe; Oh, I'm around, just not as much
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202 as I used to be. Writer's block hits everyone.
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IS CBBS/ALOHA DOWN, OR WHAT?
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205 ______________________________JD 2446411.9138____________________________
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206 DON'T KNOW, BUT I HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO GET ON FOR SVERAL DAYS.
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221 Outside the night was as black as a coal miners tee-shirt and the rain was
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222 coming down in sheets. An occasional stab of lighting would fill the room
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223 with white light. The room was a well appointed library with all the
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224 trimmings you had grown accustomed to seeing in all those old black and
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225 white mystery movies of the late thirties and early forties. Only this was
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226 no play-it-for-fun mystery where everyone went home at the conclusion and
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227 had a nice warm meal then went to bed with the little woman for a nice bit
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228 of tail and a long snooze.
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229 You were standing in the middle of the room looking down at the very
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230 ugly and very dead body of what had been up until about what appeared to be
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231 about an hour or two ago your not so loving ex-wife. She wore a death
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232 grimmace for a smile, not unlike the only smile she ever gave you when she
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233 was living. A hard thought to have at a time like this, but all you could
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234 think of was how you would not have to make out this months alimony check
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235 after all.
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236 The call came into your home phone at 1:00 am not two hours after you
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237 had gone to bed after a long day up the gorge on an insurance investigation
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238 for one of the wealthy Japanese fruit growers having a problem with some of
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239 his hispanic pickers claiming a bad back after a fall from a ladder. Yes,
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240 you had come to this. Not the glamorus image everyone has of a private
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241 investigator. No Magnum PI this. The voice on the other end of the line
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242 told you in a strangely artificial tone that should meet this person at
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243 the Zinns residence in one hour if you were available and interested in a
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244 considerable fee. Fee, that was the magic word and you were off without a
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245 second thought. Your first mistake. Not however the last.
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246
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248 Actually, this should be before piper's last entry...
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250 Cragmore, Emu and Bard headed back into the control room in
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251 silence. The trip was soon to be over, and Emu was a little
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252 disappointed. After seeing that their leader was alright and had
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253 reconciled himself with Aedem, Emu knew that there would be little
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254 more to the trip than setting the coordinates for the Inn and and 'hit
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255 the GO button'.
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256 Home. remembered the strange circumstances under which they left.
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257 The Zephyr the rabbit had almost ruined the mission before it had even
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258 started. "He's probably still there whimpering away." Emu thought out
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259 loud. "I wonder... when did we leave..."
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260 Cragmore and Bard weren't sure what Emu was mumbling about as he
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261 seated himself into the pilot's chair, but they did see a snicker
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262 suddenly replaced the sullen look that he wore.
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263 "Set positional coordinates for the Inn, Bard. See how close you
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264 can come to our point of departure." Emu almost seemed to swagger with
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265 the order.
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266 "Aye-aye, captain!" Bard returned, getting into the newfound
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267 spirit. Emu set a couple dials very carefully. Bard thought he heard
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268 Emu mumble something about landing "sur un lapin", but didn't catch
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269 the whole phrase. As Cragmore went back to see what Trainor was
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270 calling for, the proverbial switch was "flicked" and they were on
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271 their way home.
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273
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274 Sitting in front of a small inn, Jedediah Robinson watched the
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275 rabbit. It had just caused quite a commotion, and it had been a long
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276 time since Jed had heard such angry words this close to the Rowan
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277 tree. Ever since he came on as gardener, he had never seen the old
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278 tree look as wilted as it did just now, just after that nasty scene.
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279 The rabbit had almost gotten itself killed, pulling those
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280 manipulation tricks. It was a case of trying to be too cute. The
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281 rabbit thought that it could flash its pretty little eyes and the
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282 travelers would give him anything he wanted. But they didn't let him
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283 get away with it. No, they caught on right quick, though they had
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284 trouble getting rid of the little pest. They didn't want anything
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285 manipulating them, and they kicked him out of their ship.
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286 Jed knew what it felt like to be manipulated, and felt little
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287 sympathy for the rabbit. It had been treated more than fairly, after
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288 what it had done. Now, it just sat and whimpered, sniffling at the
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289 recently vacanted lawn. Remembering that the back corral still needed
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290 mending, Jed started for the workshed.
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291 The rabbit sat there for another moment or two, nibbled another
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292 blade of grass, and headed for the door of the inn. After a short
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293 time, the door was opened and he slipped in through a magician's feet.
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294
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295 A sparkling was first heard, then seen. The recognizable shift in
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296 the wavelength of light foretold the arrival of a time machine. It
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297 slowly began to take shape, and soon was fully materialized. The
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298 artwork on the outsides of the timeship, when seen by even the most
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299 unimaginative eye, depicted several scenes involving both human and
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300 animal-like bodies in very compromising positions.
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301 Presently, the door slid open and several very weary looking
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302 travelers stepped into the open. One was very audible in expressing
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303 its delight in "only missing ten minutes of drinking time, but darn
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304 it, we missed the damn rabbit!" The others nodded and chuckled, and
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305 all headed into the inn.
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306
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307 The travelers didn't notice the slim figure slip out of the
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308 machine after them. Dressed in a black full length robe, it went
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309 directly to the Rowan tree, where it snapped off a small sprig.
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310 Turning away, the hood was let down to reveal a beautiful young woman
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311 with raven hair. She kissed the sprig and held it carefully up to
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312 her rounded bosum. With a wink and a sigh, the woman disappeared.
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313 .-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.Emu
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314
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315 <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>
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316 I do believe that the pellmell adventure is finally over. The almost total
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317 lack of action was quite tedious. Well written, at times (thanks to OMNI
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318 and piper), but rather boring. Maybe you guys should get together next
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319 time and hash out the outline first.
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320 <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>...psu-cs!nelsons<><><>
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321 (((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))
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322 Juggler: CALL!!!.
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323 (((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))
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324 Mikey: I will fill you in on all the details on LeNerd
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325 (((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))((( Ripple )))
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326 -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+-
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327 And speaking of Le Nerd... Comments await. Etc., etc., etc.
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328 By the way, I disclaim ln22. (DE 22 & this one) Yet another phaker.
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329 -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+-
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330 "If you look closely, I think you'll notice the ligts of the Inn
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331 shining through the trees. Not much farther to go now," I puffed as I
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332 made my way to keep up with the pixie that had a lead on me going back up
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333 the hill.
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334 "I know, I can see it now! Do you think there'll be anyone left when
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335 we get there?" There was anticipation in her voice. And rightfully so.
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336 "Oh I'm almost positive. I can't imagine the Inn being empty...
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337 Well, the machine that came along and took away some of our regulars may
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338 have dimmed the spirit there, but it'll never go out."
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339 "Not unless the Innkeeper locks up the doors before we get there..."
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340 "You've heard about that? Galloping ghosts! That's been almost a
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341 year ago now," I replied.
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342 "What has? Have I heard about what?" She turned and stopped, wait-
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343 ing for me to catch up to her.
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344 "Let's get to the Inn before I tell you about it, it's a long story.
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345 One I hope that'll never have to be lived again..." We fell silent until
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346 we would at last reach the doorway.
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347 -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -JUGGLER- -+- -+- -+-
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348
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349 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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350 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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351 Yes, the Pell-Mell adventure seems to be done. Good point about getting
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352 together about plot lines -- a slight problem is that I don't venture into
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353 the wilds of P---land unless it's unavoidable. Sigh. Coordination through
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354 story entries seems to be a major problem...
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355 On a different level, however --
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356 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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357 Several beings were gathered around *SOMETHING*. A merely human observer
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358 would have seen but little -- a slight discoloration in the air, the color
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359 of a muted sigh, and heard less. However, a being with the senses to
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360 percieve these sentiences, decode their communications, and convert the
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361 objects they were regarding to human frames of reference would have overheard
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362 the following conversation:
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363 "Well, Galdrian, we've got them all back to the Inn."
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364 "Yes. Mostly undamaged, too."
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365 "What about that one?"
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366 "Where?"
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367 "There. The one that used to play the strange musical instrument."
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368 "It was just cut up slightly. The stiffness will wear off in a few weeks
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369 and it will be able to play the pipes again."
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370 "I don't mean physically. You've gotten it pretty emotionally messed up and
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371 it won't be good for much now."
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372 Peering into the discolored air, the two beings studied the swirling chaos
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373 that represented the subject of their discussion.
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374 "Look, Galdrian, you've gotten some unattainable object tangled up with
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375 the sex drive and wound in all the affection potentials. It's glued in with
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376 stuff from a life-threatening situation and tied up with a huge knot of guilt.
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377 This thing is liable to self-destruct on us!"
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378 Peering closer, "You're right. It doesn't have the backbone to survive in
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379 that state!."
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380 "Well, Galdrian, what are you going to do about it?"
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381 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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382 Ignoring the pain from his arm and the disapproval in the Innkeeper's eyes,
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383 the piper stumbled across the floor to the taps, carrying his emptied container.
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384 Reluctantly, the Inkeeper drew the ale into the jack and passed it back to
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385 the piper, along with some friendly advice that the piper ignored.
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386 Stumbling back to his solitary table, the piper sought forgetfulness in the
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387 arms of alcohol.
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388 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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389 000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000
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390 And amidst the hustle and bustle of all these creatures at the inn, was the
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391 steady pounding of a hammer, as Bear fixed up the floor he had destroyed
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392 earlier. Everyone pretty much ignored him, stepping around the hole as if
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393 it was merely a minor incovenience.
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394
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395 Bear sat by the now much-smaller hole and sighed.
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396
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397 000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000
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398
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399 OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI
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400 "Fellow adventurers, please lend me your attention." Trainor had hopped up
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401 on one of the oaken tables so he could survey the entire crowded Inn. "I know
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402 you wish to retire to the Roman baths and elsewhere for rest and relaxation,
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403 but I wish to say a couple things before I must leave."
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404 For one of the few times in the history of the Inn, a majority of the
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405 inngoers turned their heads and ears towards the speaker asking for attention.
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406 It was an incredible sight, and Trainor knew he must hurry his words before he
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407 lost the tiny span of attention the others had seen fit to give him.
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408 "You all know what we have been through. We have all suffered," stealing
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409 a glance at the down-trodden piper "and some have suffered more than others.
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410 But still we go on. Look back, just for a moment, and see what we accomplished.
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411 Our group was as diverse as any ever assembled, yet we functioned, and we did
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412 end the threat of terror from the creature from Zeb. We also freed a young
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413 woman from a bond too horrible to fathom. We have done something grand and we
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414 have done something small, and I will leave it up to you to equate which was
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415 which. I have come to know all of you, and in doing so I am that many times
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416 better. You have all enriched me, and I am grateful. You have helped me with
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417 my quest, and I am grateful. You have healed me from wounds so deep I knew not
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418 what to do, and I am grateful. So goodbye my friends. May your paths cross
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419 the stars and my your lives be fullfilling and happy."
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420 With those final words Trainor departed from the Inn. The others were a
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421 bit silent, but slowly conversation turned to other things. Soon laughs and
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422 shouts rang from all corners; yes, the adventurers were home.
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423 No one noticed the Pell-mell fade on the grassy knoll outside the Inn. One
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424 moment it was there, the next it was gone. It was just as well, the Pell-mell
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425 adventure was best left to the story tellers anyway.
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426
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427 OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI OMNI
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428 %*_#)*%@#_)%*_@#)%*)_#*%!%_)!*%_)^%)_!*%!_)*%_!)#*%_!)%_)!#%*!_)%*_#)%*_@#)%*_*%@_#)%*)_*^@#)_*@#_)*
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429 Ripple: I'll call too.
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430 Voyeur: I have some archive disks for you.
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431 *%_)*%@#_*%@_)#*%_@)#*_)@#*^_)*!)_#*^@)_!*^@_)^* L'homme sans Parity %*#_@)%*_@#*%@#)_*_)@#*@#)_^*@)
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432 (((*))(((*)))
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433 L'homme: Good I hope so.
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434 (((*)))(((*)))(((*)))((( Ripple )))
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435 |||||||||||||||||||||| Checking in... |||||||||||| Checking out... || PEN NAME |
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436 I remember a long time ago, when there were a number of inn-goers who braved the
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437 impending doom of downtown, fought off the vagrants muggers and other denziens
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438 of that hot bed of crime, and sheathing their swords, made their way into the anctuar
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439 y of the library. Some of you may remember, that great hall with the lecturn at the
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440 front, and the ebb and flow of conversation-have you read the newest hitchhiker
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441 book, and Henlein has...All sorts of people, looking around to see who showed up
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442 and who didn't. And after a time of announcements and entertainment, they all retired
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443 to the warm, lay-back atmosphere off another inn. One that has, sadly, fallen by
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444 the wayside, but never forgotten. It was too long ago, when I had just gotten my
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445 first modem, and had first visited the inn. Whom do I remember? Piper? Loam? Mic
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446 (as in church)char, Petrov, Dreamtoucher, the Bard,Ninja, Gaudy Minsky,and how
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447 many others? So what ever happened? I read that some story lines are all but dead.
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448 Stories from way back. Reflections of 'old timers' and regulars. And then someone
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449 suggests,perhaps, a collaberation. Compare notes. The Pxoenix stone glows wherever
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450 it may be. And a certain Net agent still terrorizes the populace with a supercharged
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451 Mustang. Think about it, old timers, and maybe make it to the PorSfIs meeting one
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452 of these Saturdays.
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453 [*=*] [*=*] [*=*] [*=*] [*=*] [*=*] LYSIAS [*=*] [*=*] [*=*]
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454 """"""""""""""""""SOLI
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455 *********************************************************************
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456 Ripple: OK, I'll look for the msg. (Just called, and didn't see anything
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457 But I didn't look under anything but my name (Mike Day). So I'll check
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458 again tomorrow.
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459 ************************* CISTO MIKEY *******************************
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460 Well, as for the Phoenix gem I have been awaiting some missing archives
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461 before picking up *that* subplot again. As I recall, it was last seen in
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462 a high order Slaver stasis field (approx 1e-50 of normal time flow).
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463 But the situation was very complicated & I'd have to peruse the archives
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464 (which I don't have yet! Are you listening O Great Distributor of Disks)
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465 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~BARD~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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466
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467 O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+
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468 Absent due to a lost terminal program.
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469 Just checking in.
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470 12-13-85 9:37 pm
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471 O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+ POPPING IN O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+
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472 1e-49+? I think. Only Mikey knows. Is it really the Bard?
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473 HEY EVERYBODY,REMEMBER ME? I WAS A TWIT,BUT I GREW UP. ILL BE LEAVING YOU MESSAGES.
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474 #####TEDDY SALAD######
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475
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476 I have been a rover; I have walked alone.
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477 Hiked a hundred highways;never found a home.
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478 Still in all I'm happy, the reason is, you see;
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479 Once in a while along the way, Loves been good to me.
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480 There was a girl in Denver, before the summer storm and OH her arms were tender, oh
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481 her arms were warm. And she could laugh away the thunder, and smile away the rain;
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482 And even though she's gone away, you wont hear me complain. *BLUE EYES*
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483 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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484 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ (distractions)
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485 There was something definitely wrong about the way this has all ended
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486 was the thought that ran through the Innkeepers mind as he buffed the last
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487 of the few glasses that had been cleaned earlier. Although the friends
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488 that had been dearly missed have now been delivered home safely there was
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489 still an aprehension that gripped him.
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490 A hand amoung the crowd is raised with the request that yet more
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491 refreshments me dispersed within these gay walls of merriment. The Inn-
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492 keeper turned to place the clean glass back on the shelf and picked up two
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493 more tankards for the Inn's famous ales. He paused and took an one extra.
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494 Before leaving his place from behind the counter to mingle with the
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495 customers that filled the numerous tables he returned to the shelf one
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496 more time. "This ought to do the trick," he thought to himself.
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497 Passing the laughter and exchanging smiles the Innkeeper made his way
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498 to those that had beckoned for his spirits. The filled tankards were
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499 placed on the tabletop, the empties gathered, and the surface wiped dry
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500 with a rapid stroke of a smeared bar towel. Now for the extra drink...
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501 Making his way even further back he soon came upon the one that had
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502 returned in silence. Sequestered to imbibe in peace, this one might not
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503 have even noticed the approach for his thoughts were truly elsewhere.
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504 Placing the filled container to one side of the one that remained still
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505 half-filled, the Innkeeper placed the special object he had taken from the
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506 shelf upon the table and nudged it a bit with a carefull dabbing of his
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507 tattered towel.
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508 "I hope that this may in some small way," said the Innkeeper softly,
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509 "return a small piece of life to your sadenned brow... You left this here
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510 quite some time ago. Oh, and welcome back. Glad am I to see you once
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511 again." He stopped dabbing at the equestrian figure that sat on the table
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512 and headed back to the chores that continued to gather now that he was
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513 to tend to the Inn alone. "Someone around here deserves to be happy,"
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514 he thought to himself with a deep sigh.
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515 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ --->one who remembers 348:08
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516 _____Leonard_____: glad to see that someone else has picked up on my
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517 system. Pick up the ball and run with it, I say.
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518 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ 348:ex
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519
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520 ooops, ch /me dispersed/be dispersed/; ch /took an one/took one/ >G
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521
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522 """"""""""""""""""SOLI
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523 ch /ooops/oooops/
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524 what good is ^ that command? From what
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525 I see it | does absolutely no
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526 good. ch / / / ha!
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527 /\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\
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528 Yet, the image of fire prevailed in my mind: the smoke mingling with
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529 grayness and the flames burning away the night. The skies would be set to
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530 life by the dancing fire, no clouds would hang over the day as a presentiment
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572 I have to kill? Only his tremendous self control kept him from vomiting from the revulsion of taking human
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620 Leonard: I don't think I can feel any worse about not getting you the archives. As you know, you are the only one of our
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625 UP. I am really going to work on this Leonard, I'll try not to let you down again with my sans-archive act.
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626 Former PorSFiS gang: I too miss the days of the science fiction meeting/PC&S get-together. But times change and users
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628 of the 'camaraderie' we all shared has faded. The next meeting is the 28th. I will try to go, but contrary to what Jane
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