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1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask...
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2 ************************* INSTALLED: 27 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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20 L'homme: Please call, Adventureware disaster.
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21 ***************************** CISTOP MIKEY *****************************
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22 ::::::::::::O O:::::::12/27:::::::::::::::::::::::18:00:::::::O O::::::::::::::
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23 Leonard: Porsfis is tomorrow (saturday the 28th) at 2 pm in the library
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24 as it used to be? I'm planning on being there, but it's been so long,
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25 I've started to forget the particulars.
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26
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27 *not at the bottom*
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28 ::::::::::::::::O O:::::::::::::::::::::::voyeur::::::::::::::::O O::::::::::::
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29 No, I am at the bottom - HA! It's wierd, every time I call I am at the bottom,
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30 I think it means something... It's a plot!
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31 ------------Not being serious!--------------------
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34 help
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36 pohte@ht@tht@j@jn,@nje
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37 wrwpgrprpirhplpirhojh@ljrilprplppljlg
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39 ssksijjmkmkaseaaeaarkionaaronnAaron
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41 ********************************************************************************
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42 Hey guys,whats wrong?There aren't any messages on this message system!!
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43 Does anyone want to buy a TI home computer complete with tape recorder
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44 and 7 carts. plus joystick adapter and manuals.Perfect condition.ONLY $65!!!!
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46 If your interested call 281-xxxx (voice).
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48 This has been an official message!
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49 ********************************************************************************
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52 Lots of people talk to animals," said Pooh.
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53 "Maybe, but..."
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54 Not very many *listen*, though," he said.
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55 hat's the problem," he added.
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78 ______________________________JD 2446427.1775______________________________
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79 Voyeur: Yep, it is tomorrow at 2...
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80 ______________________Leonard_JD 2446427.1796______________________________
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81 .-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
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82 All: here's something I found; thought I'd share...
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84 DataWocky
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85 'Twas global, and the megabytes
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86 Did gyre and gimbal on the disk:
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87 l mimsy were the prompts and codes,
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88 And the software was brisk.
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90 eware the microchip, my son!
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91 The bits, the bytes, and bauds, and such!
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92 .-.-.-. sorry 'bout that... I'll try again...
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94 DataWocky
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97 'Twas global, and the megabytes
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98 Did gyre and gimbal on the disk:
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99 All mimsy were the prompts and codes,
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100 And the software was brisk.
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102 "Beware the microchip, my son!
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103 The bits, the bytes, and bauds, and such!
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104 Beware the CRT, and shun
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105 The qwerty keyboard's clutch!"
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107 He took his self-paced book in hand:
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108 Long time the menu key he sought--
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109 Then wrestled he with the toaster drive,
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110 And sat awhile in thought.
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112 Then, as he sought that glitchy bug,
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113 The microchip, with gates aflame,
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114 Came whiffling through its I/O plug,
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115 And processed as it came!
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117 Asynch! Bisynch! all protocols
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118 His binary went snicker-snack!
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119 He felt it crash, and with a dash
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120 He came galumphing back.
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122 "And dids't thou tame the microchip?
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123 Come interface, my beamish boy!
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124 O frabjous day! Caloo! Callay!
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125 O database, O Joy!
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127 'Twas global, and the megabytes
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128 Did gyre and gimbal on the disk:
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129 All mimsy were the prompts and codes,
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130 And the software was brisk.
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131
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132 by Jack B. Stack
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133 from _Today's_Office_, 1982
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135 .-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.Emu
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136 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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137 OK EVERYBODY, I HAVE AN IDEA FOR A GREAT CONTEST. EVERYBODY WHO REGULARLY USES
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138 THIS BOARD WILL BE GATHERED TOGETHER. EACH ONE WILL THEN TAKE TURNS SAYING THE
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139 GENERAL DISCLAIMER THAT APPEARS AT THE BEGINNING OF EVERY DISK, AND INDEED A
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140 APPEARS EVERYTIME THAT ANY COMMAND IS EXECUTED. THE PERSON WHO GETS IT RIGHT WILL BE GIVEN A HEAPING BOWL OF EASTER
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141 BUNNY STEW. I'M SURE THAT MANY OF YOU HAVE IT MEMORIZED BY NOW.
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145 ON SECOND THOUGHT, THAT MAY NOT BE MUCH OF A CONTEST, EVERYBODY MUST KNOW THAT
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146 DOG BY HEART, AND IT'S NOT NICE TO BRING UP UNPLEASANT THINGS THAT KEEP CROPPING
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147 UP BY THEMSELVES.
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151 MIKEY: NO OFFENSE, BUT IS THERE A WAY TO JUMP OVER THAT THING AND GET TO THE
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152 TOP OF THE DISK? AT 300 BAUD, IT ROLLS BY AWFULLY SLOW, EVEN MORE SO WHEN YOU
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153 HAVE SEEN IT SOME THOUSAND PLUS TIMES LIKE I HAVE.
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154 ++++++++++++++++++0000001TED+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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155 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\THE DESTROYER\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\31
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156 Tariya walked down the corridor to James' room. It had been six days since he had regained conciousness, and they
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157 had spent most of that time talking. She had come to know the Destroyer quite well, but it seemed that he was still
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158 holding some things back. Well, he would tell her when he was ready.
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159 She stopped at the door because she heard voices inside.
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160 "-should be here at least another week! You're not healed yet!" This was the voice of Dr. Willerd Putzner.
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161 She heard James' voice and her heart froze at what he said. "I don't have all that many weeks left! And I don't
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162 want to spend them here. I'm going."
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163 Tariya opened the door. Willerd walked out disgustedly. As he passed her, he said, "Your boyfriend's crazy, you
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164 know that?"
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165 "He's not my boyfriend and he's NOT crazy!" she called back through the door. James was putting on the clothes that
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166 he'd had her bring him the day before. He already had his pants on and was putting on his shirt. She saw how pitifully
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167 his ribs stuck out. An ugly red scar ran down his back from his shoulderblade to his hip. She saw how stiffly he
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168 moved.
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169 "You're gonna be wrong on that last count if I don't get out of here. I spent three months in this place not long
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170 ago and I have no intention of spending another three."
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171 He sat down and pulled on his socks. He reached for his boots and grimaced as he bent. Tariya said, "Here. Let me."
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172 and picked up the boots to hand to him. Then she noticed a glint of steel from inside one of them. "What's this?" she
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173 asked curiously, reaching inside.
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174 "Don't-" James yelped, but too late. She held in her hands the two shot derringer James had used on the
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175 Commander.
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176 "This is a gun." she said. "Where did you get this? It didn't come from here and from what you told me they didn't
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177 have any on that planet we were on. That means you must have had it since..." her eyes widened. James groaned and
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178 wondered why he hadn't ditched the damn thing when he had the chance. "You brought this from your spaceship, didn't
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179 you? Into the Crystal Palace, after what I told you. All this time I blamed myself for losing control of the spell but
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180 it was actually THIS!" She held it in her hand and shook it in his face. "I TOLD you no technological devices were
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181 allowed in there! But you went ahead and-"
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182 "I forgot I had it with me." He said miserably. "Besides," he added brightly, "using it saved our lives."
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183 "If you hadn't brought it, our lives wouldn't have NEEDED saving! You blamed me for what happened when you knew
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184 full well it was your fault! You had to know! You hit me!" She threw the gun at him. He ducked it just barely, hurting
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185 his back again. "You can do all the damned adventuring you want, but do it by yourself!" Before he could say anything
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186 she stomped out the door and slammed it behind her.
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187 "I'm sorry..." he said to an empty room.
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188 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\THE DESTROYER\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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189 Ted: Use the LN command to jump to the line you last read, the PRINT
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190 command will then list the rest of the file from that point
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191 +_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_
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193 On the way back to the Hilton,he saw the police cars, red and blue strobe li
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194 running around, the gawk eyed, the rubbr necks, the tourists with Pentaxes around their necks. He saw
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195 in front of the main entrance, the white clad attendants load the gurney into the ME's 'wagon'.
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196 He saw the white sheet draped over a form, a form he had so recently looked down upon with such love.
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197
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198 He knew. He knew what had happened, and he knew why. He had been gone but a half hour, and this
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199 had happened.It was too much, and he broke down. Tears streamed down his face, and he screamed out
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200 loud, "Noooo, Linda,Oh God no, Linda,oh no no. He dropped to his knees, grasped the package he had
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201 dropped, to steady himself. For a moment, he sobbed quietly, a rare expression of emotion, then he
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202 composed himself. For a long time he had had little to lose. Now he had nothing. Grief gave way
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203 to outrage,self pity acquiesced to anger. The bull of a man quietly walked away.
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205 When he bought the items in the package, he hadn't given any serious thought to using them.
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206 They were insurance. The stainless steel bowls, the acids for making trinitrotoluene,fulminate of
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207 Mercury,... But now it was different.
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209 For a moment he wondered if Linda had died quickly, or had they...He banished the thought of how his
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210 wife and children had died at the hands of McKanes assasins. He only wondered who. McKane again?
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211 Parity? Wassir? China Blue? Pervis? That miserable little cockroach Young? Takes a real bad guy to
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212 kill a helpless woman lying in bed... It didn't matter. They would all die. And know it was to be.
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214 He wondered if Parity remembered the case in Bhaunagar, India, when 14 kilograms of weapons
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215 grade Plutonium hade been lost by net agents. Parity knew what Delta Five could do with 14
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216 kilos of plutonium, two large steel bowls, and some conventional explosives. So did Wassir. The Mayor
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217 of New York was about to discover that he had another potential disaster on his hands.
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218 Mssrs Gorbachev and Reagan would have something new to discuss in Geneve.
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219
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220 Delta Five burned up the interstate from Tucson to Phoenix, the six pack of Budweiser helping to calm his nerves.
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221 He screamed the rented Mercedes around the corner of Speedway and onto VanBuren, east to the airport.
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222 The arrangements were quickly made. Cash talks. Within minutes, Delta lifted the LearJet 24B off
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223 runway 36 Right, and climbed steeply to flight level 45. He turned right till the directional
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224 gyro read 011 degrees. He picked up the KingPhone, punched in some numbers, and as he turned left
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225 toward his final destination, he spoke into the microphone, and declared war on the world.
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226 [*=*] [*=*] [*=*] [*=*]DELTA FIVE [*=*] [*=*] [*=*] [*=*] [*=*] [*=*]
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228 To whoever, up a buncha lines-Jabberwockys and Megabytes-very good. My JubJub bird and I
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229 enjoyed it. Please write more. To whoever here does not know-some of the Backwater Street Irregulars go to the Portland
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230 Science Fiction Society meetings at the main library on 10th between Taylor and Yamhill downtown. The next meeting
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231 is today, Saturday, at 2PM. So, put off something eciting like I Love Get Smart reruns, and Come On Down. Find out
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232 what some of these wierdos look like! [*=*]
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233 I DIDN'T GO TO THE MEETING BECAUSE:
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234 LOAM: I WAS TOO BUSY COPYING DISKS
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235 CISTOP MIKEY: I NEVER GO DOWNTOWN...
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236 DREAMTOUCHER: I WAS THERE. WHERE WERE YOU?
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237 VOYEUR: WAS UP ALL NIGHT WATCHING THE CHICK ACROSS THE STREET...
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238 SELFSTYLED CRITIC: WHICH DOWNTOWN?...
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239 WASSIR: I WAS ASLEEP...
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240 RIPPLE: I GOT LOST...
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241 GAUDY MINSKY: WHO?...
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242 LEONARD: I WAS WITH DREAMTOUCHER...
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243 PIPER: SORRY, I HAD A CONCERT UP NORTH...
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244 DESTROYER: ME AND TARIYA WERE, UH, BUSY...
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245 BEAR: HAD TO WORK ON THE FLOOR...
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246 MILCH(AS IN CHURCH) AR: WAS TOO HUNG OVER FROM THE WEEK AFTER FINALS WEEK...
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247 PERVIS: BUT...BUT...MEAN NASTY DELTA FIVE MIGHT BE THERE...
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248 NICK YOUNG: LEFT TOWN. NO FORWARDING ADDRESS...
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249 DELTA FIVE: I WAS WITH DREAMTOUCHER...
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250 WHAT'S YOUR EXCUSE, DEAR INNGOER?
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251 #$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$
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253 One Long Saturday...
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254 (Part 3)
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256 The chevy sped down the country road, passing two fire trucks and a police car going the other way. Inside the car
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257 were six slightly singed aliens and one panicking human.
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258 "Yes, we were bred to withstand the rigors of space travel. Our bodies were unaffected by the heat of the
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259 explosion." Amogo explained.
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260 Wonderful, Jim groaned. The little twirps were invulnerable. Time for plan B... as soon as he thought of one.
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261 Maybe he could squish 'em.
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262 Hey, why not? The scrapyard was closed today but he had a key. He turned to Amogo and said, "Say, how would you
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263 like to try again?"
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264 Amogo looked doubtful. "I don't know. Our bodies may not be able to withstand a blast of that magnitude
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265 again."
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266 May not? Good. "No, this is something different. I guarantee that won't happen again."
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267 Half an hour later, they arrived at the scrapyard. As he hoped, nobody was there. He let them in with the key. The
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268 aliens stared in fascination at the stacks of dead cars as Jim led them down a path amongst them. "Planned
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269 obsolescence." He commented. "The American way of life." They didn't understand.
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270 Finally they reached the end of their walk: A beat up '72 Ford Galaxie 500. It had already been stripped of
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271 anything useful. Jim was going to smash it Monday but now was a better time. Now for a good story. "One of my fellow
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272 humans was found dead in this car recently." Dead drunk, actually, but why bore them with details? "And the presense of
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273 death brings us closer to God. What you have to do is get in the car, and I'll place it in a special isolation chamber
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274 where you may attempt to communicate again."
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275 Amogo didn't sound too enthusiastic. "Are you certain this is necessary?"
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276 "Well, you've already seen what He is capable of. I really think you would be wise the square it with Him before
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277 attempting an invasion. You never know what might happen if you don't."
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278 "Yes. I see." Amogo turned to his fellows and spoke to them in a high-pitched language for a moment. To Jim they
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279 didn't seem too enthusiastic, either. If they didn't go for this he had a problem.
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280 Finally they agreed and got in the car. Jim, of course, couldn't join them because he had to work the controls.
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281 Amogo didn't sound very surprised by this announcement. Jim climbed into the cab and started up the machinery. He
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282 brought the electromagnet down on the car with a loud bang. Then he picked it up and swung it over to the crusher. He
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283 placed the car in gently instead of dropping it like usual. There was no need to bang them around more than necessary.
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284 He saw Amogo staring out the windshield as he climbed out. Again he felt a twinge of guilt in his heart. He didn't
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285 actually hate the little guys, but it was them or us. Jim voted for us.
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286 He went over to the crusher controls and stabbed at the red button. Immediately the motor thrummed to life. The
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287 rumble rose to a loud whine and the lid of the crusher fell on the car with a slam that made Jim wince. To think, there
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288 were actually living beings in there. He felt a little sick.
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289 Jim couldn't see it, of course, but he could hear metal crumpling over the sound of the motor. And maybe it was
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290 just his imagination, but did he hear screams? He resisted an urge to plug his ears. Finally the motor reversed and the
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291 lid rose again. All was quiet for a moment. Jim got back into the cab of the crane and started it back up again. He
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292 lifted a gray block of compressed metal out of the crusher and dropped it in the dust in front of him. He jumped out
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293 and ran up to examine it.
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294 Just an ordinary crushed car. Jim's seven years experience told him something was strange, though. The block was
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295 about twice the size it should have been. So much for the alien invasion. And so much for six little guys he really had
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296 nothing against. Tonight he was going to get very, very drunk.
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297 As he turned to walk away he heard a noise, like someone crumpling a beer can. No. He spun and saw that the block
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298 was shaking. It began to distort from inside. Then it split open like an egg. Out crawled six aliens, dirty but
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299 unharmed. They formed a semicircle around an astonished Jim and Amogo said, "After much consideration I have come to
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300 the conclusion that your God does not wish to speak with us at all."
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301 "I think you're right." was all Jim could think of to say.
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302
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303 (To Be Continued...)
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304
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305 #$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$# J.D. SILVERMAN $#$#$#$#$#$
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306 #$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#
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307 My excuse? I had to help a friend solve a problem (read the above).
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308 #$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#JD
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309 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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310 The thick door of the inn creaked slowly open, letting little of the
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311 vagrant breeze in to whip the flames in stately arabesques. Little smoke
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312 was whirled out from the cavernous chimney to further stain the smoke
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313 begrimed rafters of the great common room. Few of the patrons noticed the
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314 soft draught, and fewer still the figure that slipped quietly into the room
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315 to sit alone at a back table. Through fits of shivering, the piper soaked
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316 up the warmth of the room, hoping not to be noticed. How glad he was that
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317 he had not made a big announcement of his quest -- what a dissapointment to
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318 return and report that nothing of interest had happened!
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319 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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320 FMFMFMFMFMFMFMFMFMFMFMFMFMFMFMFMFMFMFM
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321 The Tale Of Peter Rabbit
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322 (Part 002)
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323
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324 'NOW, my dears," said old
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325 Mrs. Rabbit one morning,
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326 'you may go into the fields
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327 or down the lane, but don't
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328 go into Mr. McGregor's Garden:
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329 your father had an accident
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330 there; he was put in a pie by
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331 Mrs. McGregor.
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332
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333 <To Be Continued>
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334 FMFMFMFMFMFM Fable Master FMFMFMFMFMFM
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335 Well, one small error... CH /"/'
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336 FMFMFMFMFMFM Fable Master FMFMFMFMFMFM
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337 Whoever has memorized the first 19 lines of every disk: Yes, there is a way
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338 to avoid that. Type "ln 19" and hit return. Once the cursor is back type
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339 "print". There you have it, the whole disk without reading the note at the
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340 top.
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341
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342 Silverman: Why the change to J.D. --curious
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343
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344 80
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345
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346 HELP
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347 ENTER
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348 @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
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349 My Reason? Well, out of town for several omonths, didn't
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350 get to the board until too late. Oh well, serves me
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351 right.
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352 Fast Fred
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353 BSGL Ret.
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354 @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
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355 ^+^++^+^+^+^++^+^+^+^++^+^+^+^+^+^+^+^+^^+^+^+^+^++^++^^^++^+++^++^++^++^+^
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356 My reason??? well, well, ah.... The was a rip in time and I had to stay
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357 at home and sew it up! You should thank me! REALLY! Okay, you want the
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358 truth? Here it is: I had to finish spreading peanut butter on one of my
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359 teacher's windows.
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360 ps. What was that excuse for?
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361 ^^++^+^^+^+^+^+^+^+^^++^^+^+^+^+^+^+^+^+^++^^++^^+^+^+^+++^+^+^^+^^++^+^+^
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362 ______________________________JD 2446427.9512______________________________
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363 hElLo MiKeY, sHiFtY wAs HeRe!
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364 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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365 Why do you waste so much space, Leonard? 3 markers a day...?
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366 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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367 so...
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368 no one speaks of the great wonderful happenning at the library that
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369 everyone was so eager to miss. how wuz it?
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370 a curious bystander
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371 did anyone go?
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372 FMFMFMFMFMFMFMFMFMFMFMFMFMFMFMFMFMFMFM
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373 The Tale Of Peter Rabbit
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374 (Part 003)
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375
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376 NOW run along, and don't
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377 get into mischief. I am going
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378 out.'
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379
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380 <To Be Continued>
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381 FMFMFMFMFMFM Fable Master FMFMFMFMFMFM
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382
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383
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384 Once upon a time, tee
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385 Speedy and a very slow turtle ae
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386 a hole in a tree in the Great od.
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387 Speedy and Slowpoke wer ak
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388 stopped from time to tim, o
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389 Slowpoke was very slow.
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390 Suddenly, or not suddenl So
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391 came upon a lolly pop tree, ud
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392 tree. And they tasted the wnef
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393 nasty, evil witch appearred hik
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394 caught you now. I'll have rbi
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395 dinner". Speedy could have rna
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396 fast, but he stayed with hisbdy
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397 The witch grabbed Slowpk.H
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398 can trade you something tha sb
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399 rabbit stew, if you let us o.T
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400 stew and turtle soup are ey
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401 ha ah".
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402 Slowpoke led the witc oh
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403 to invent things. His worso
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404 inventions. In the corne ws
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405 chair and three buttons-- e
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406 green button.
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407 "I see that you ride a bro"r
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408 said "This is my new rocket.Ims
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409 more comfortable than your bom.
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410 and asked dryly "How does itwr
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411 to the control panel explainn T
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412 that makes you stop, and th bu
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413 go, but never ever touch the e u
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414 The witch cried "Ah ha a a
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415 soup and rabbit stew, and hv
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416 stepped toward the rocket aki
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417 red button must do somehn
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418 spoke fearfully "Never eve rs
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419 "I am the great witch" segs
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420 "I am not afraid to push ter
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421 shakily "No, no never push h
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422 into the rocket seat andsik
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423 the control panel, pushed h e
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424 off insta~tly, the cacking,sre
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425 it.
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426 "Where is she going ? se
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427 "I don't know, I suppose h r
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428 someday. Let's go back andgts
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429
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430 So they walked alon lw
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431 down the road, that went overteh
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432 As they were strolling, the wth
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433 ah ah Ha ah!!!", but she ha o
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434 She dissappeared over the hoio.
|
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435 and Swpoke saw was the glare fth
|
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436 sunset.
|
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437 "She was kind of a nice lay a
|
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438 a lollypop he pulled out of hsp
|
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439 replied Speedy "Very kind of hrt
|
||
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440 So they walked along ai
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441 picked, and came to the plae h
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442 been. They found only a appl te
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443 tree. The witch had flown wy
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444 rocket. Her enchantment had ett
|
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445 only regular fruit.
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446 Slowpoke said seemignt
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447 like pears and apples, lot
|
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448 heartily agree" chuckled Sed.
|
||
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449 and took it home to share wt l
|
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450 The evil witch was never ena
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451
|
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452 The End
|
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453
|
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454 @%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@+++++++++++++++@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%
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455
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456 (((*)))(((*)))(((*))(((*)))(((*)))((( Ripple )))
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457 pppppppppppppppppppppplurkingppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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458 Deja vu? Creator of Slowpoke and Speedy, may you be banished to Commode
|
||
|
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459 Heaven for an eternity for subjecting us to that story not once, but
|
||
|
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460 twice. You should know better, and I think you do!
|
||
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461 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
|
||
|
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462 ______________________________________________________________________________
|
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463 What do you get when you mix trench-coated spies, magicians, killers,
|
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464 lovers, writers, doctors, vagrants, and fools? The Saturday meeting of
|
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|
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465 PorSFiS, and the get-together after. Fools you say? Yes, fools for sticking
|
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466 around Bogart's Place for over 30 minutes before being asked if anyone was
|
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467 interested in that rare commodity of food and/or drink. Service problems you
|
||
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468 see, but not even that could not stop the great meeting of minds that
|
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469 followed. Mysteries large and small were cleared up, and intentions that were
|
||
|
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470 once shrouded are not much more identifiable. Of course that doesn't mean
|
||
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471 the intentions have been changed or in any way modified, it is just that
|
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472 they are known by a wider populace now.
|
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473 As usual, the PorSFiS part of the meeting offered little stimulation,
|
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474 but it did serve as the one locale where everyone who intended on following
|
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475 up with libations could meet. All involved expressed their thoughts on the
|
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476 late and lamented PC&S, in whose place now resides a linoleum and stainless-
|
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477 steel Deli. Group de Jour are probably spinning in their collective graves.
|
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478 The search goes on for a suitable rough-and-tumble establishment
|
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479 where the Innhabitants can meet with drink and without worry. Bogart's,
|
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480 regardless of their classy decor, just simply does not fit the bill.
|
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481 Because several people made a commitment to be there, Saturday's
|
||
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482 meeting was a success. It proves once again the spied and doctors, under
|
||
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483 the right conditions and with the proper truces in place, can meet with
|
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484 friendly intentions, and not repeat those terrible happenings that
|
||
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485 occurred in the Dragon Room, back in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, all those
|
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486 years ago.
|
||
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487 ___________________________le rapport_________________________________________
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488 @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
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489 I wish I had gone. Drag. Well, I guess it was inevitable, I
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490 got coal in my stocking (no kidding, and I DIDNT appreciate the
|
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491 joke).
|
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492 Fast Fred
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493 BSAL Ret.
|
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494 @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
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495 THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I HAVE DONE A MESSAGE ON THIS SYSTEM SO BARE WITH ME!!
|
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496 STOP
|
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497 ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
|
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498 MY DOG JUST ATE MY PIECE OF PIE. I WAS GOING TO HAVE IT FOR LUNCH, IT BEING A LARGE
|
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|
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499 TASTY PIECE OF WALNUT PIE, AND THE EVIL POOCH ATE IT!!!!!!!!!
|
||
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500 :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
|
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501 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
|
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502 A person shouldn't have to endure such torture. After PorSFiS, I went
|
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503 roller-skating with an assemblage of 16 other Estacada '85 graduates. All the
|
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504 major universities were represented. Since my last skating session was 4-5
|
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505 years ago, the floor and I became very well aquainted. I recieved first place
|
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506 in the 'falls' division, with a grand total of 11, only 10 more than the
|
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507 nearest competitor. At last, in the final hour, my minimal skill returned and
|
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508 I failed to log a single fall.
|
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509 Now, after all that,, please refrain from mentioning the Dragon Room.
|
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|
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510 Thank you.
|
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511 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Milch ++++++++++++++++ 29 Dec 85, 4:42pm ++++++++
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512 FMFMFMFMFMFMFMFMFMFMFMFMFMFMFMFMFMFMFM
|
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513 The Tale Of Peter Rabbit
|
||
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514 (Part 004)
|
||
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515
|
||
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516 THEN old Mrs. Rabbit took
|
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517 a basket and her umbrella,
|
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518 and went through the wood
|
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519 to the baker's. She bought
|
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520 a loaf of brown bread and
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521 five currant buns.
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522
|
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523 <To Be Continued>
|
||
|
|
524 FMFMFMFMFMFM Fable Master FMFMFMFMFMFM
|
||
|
|
525 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
|
||
|
|
526 __________________hello_______________
|
||
|
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527 ]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]] [[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[
|
||
|
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528 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
|
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529 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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||
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530
|
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531 off
|
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532 but Bogarts leaves a little to be desired. Elephantand Castle is a better place, lots of room for a group of people
|
||
|
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533 and good service. But I hear that most PorSfis members find ten blocks too far to walk. Unbelievable. Anyway, whatsay
|
||
|
|
534 we commence with creating a new villan. L'homme, I forgot again the name of that guy you wanted me to insult. Wassir
|
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|
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535 where are you, you rascal?
|
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536 [*=*]
|
||
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537 .-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
|
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|
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538 My excuse? I didn't where it was happening. I had heard rumblings of
|
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539 a meeting at 2pm, but no specific place. Oh, well, I went bowling with
|
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|
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540 my fiance' instead. Next time, maybe someone can give us 24 hr notice
|
||
|
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541 instead of 2 hr?
|
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|
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542 .-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
|
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|
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543 (or whatever notice was given...) -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.Emu
|
||
|
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544 by the way, the author of DataWocky is Jack B. Stack .-.-.-.emu
|
||
|
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545 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
|
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|
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546 OK HI LOOKING OK
|
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547 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
|
||
|
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548 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
|
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549 """"""""""""""""""SOLI
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||
|
|
550 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
|
||
|
|
551 SOLI, I'LL BET YOU ARE NOW REGRETTING THHAT CRACK ABOUT THE EASTER BUNNY, THAT
|
||
|
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552 AND MINE I DO BELIEVE HAVE STARTED THIS REGRETTABLE NONSENSE. ANYWAY, WILL
|
||
|
|
553 SOME KIND PERSON OUT THERE PLEASE WRITE A STORY IN WHICH ALL RABBITS, BUNNYS
|
||
|
|
554 HOPPERS AND WHATEVER GET AIDS OR SOMETHING AND ALL CROAK? THAT MIGHT KILL EM
|
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|
|
555 OFF. I WOULD, BUT I HATE RABBITS NOW.
|
||
|
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556 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
|
||
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|
557 WELL ONWARD. ++++++++++
|
||
|
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558 BLACK WOODS AND DANK GROWTHS HANG DOWN, FORMING A LIVID SLUDGE OF DARK
|
||
|
|
559 SWAMP. FRANK STARED OUT FROM BEHIND THE PLASTIC SHIELD OF HIS ESCAPE POD, AND
|
||
|
|
560 WONDERED HOW HE HAD EVER GOTTEN IN TO THIS SEWER. THE NEAREST MARKER
|
||
|
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561 TRANSMITTER WAS A GOOD 30 MILES AWAY, IF HE COULD SOMEHOW SLOG THROUGH THIS
|
||
|
|
562 MUCK, A TRIP HE WAS NOT ENTHUSIASTIC ABOUT MAKING. HE MIGHT BE FORCED OUT INTO
|
||
|
|
563 IT, THOUGH, IF THE MUD HE WAS SEATED IN BEGAN SUCKING HIS POD UNDER. TURNING
|
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|
|
564 IN HIS CRAMPED SEAT, HE RUMMAGED THROUGH THE FEW THINGS THAT HE HAD MANAGED TO
|
||
|
|
565 STUFF INTO THE POD BEFORE IT HAD CUT LOOSE. A GUN, OF COURSE, AND THE STANDARD
|
||
|
|
566 SURVIVAL PACK THAT WAS ALWAYS CONTAINED IN THESE PODS. HE PULLED OUT A LOOSE
|
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567 NYLON PACK, AND BEGAN FILLING IT WITH THINGS FOR THE TRIP. AT LAST, AFTER
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568 COMPROMISING ON PRACTICLY EVERYTHING, THE PACK WAS NEARLY FULL. SPACE WAS ONLY
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569 LEFT FOR THE ONE THING THAT HE HAD SPENT YEARS FINDING. A GLITTERING BLUE
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570 CRYSTAL THE SIZE OF HIS FIST. THE STONE WAS NOTHING, UNLESS IT WAS USED WITH
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571 POWER AND INTELLIGENCE, BUT WITH IT HE HAD THE ONE CHANCE TO OVERTHROW
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572 THE CORRUPT GOVERNMENT OF HIS HOME PLANET. AT ALL COSTS, IT MUST BE BROUGHT TO
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573 EARTH. +++++++++++++++++++00001TED++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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574 I may be wrong, and itmay just be the holidays, but this board sure seems to
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575 be going downhill... fast.
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576 I haven't called in for days and days and Ididn't miss a board like I expected
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577 to. Pervis and Delta, keep up the dialogue, it's the only thing that's even
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578 remotely interesting anymore.
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579 Peter Rabbit? Slowpoke and Speedy? Not even any spicy dialogue, and the
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580 stories are lacking and/or non-existent.
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581 How about some controversy? Let's see....... I got it! All negroes
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582 are of lesser intelligence (on the average) than white folks!
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583 So let's give South Africa to the whites once and for all and ship those
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584 jigaboos to Afganistan or Morocco!
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586 Especially left-handed negroes... they're dumber than unborn Polacks!
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588 ++++++++++++++++++++justa rabblerouser+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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589 Yeah, and send the indians back where they came from! Let us imperialistic
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590 squaters have that which we have worked so valiently to steal.
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591 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> red neck <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
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592 NOT ALL BLACKS HATE WHITES, NOT ALL WHITES HATE BLACKS, DITTO POLES,JEWS
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593 OR HUNGARIANS. BUT I HAVE NEVER KNOWN A REDNECK THAT DIDN'T HATE EVERYBODY
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594 EXCEPT OTHER REDNECKS. GOOD OL' BOYS. COWBOYS.
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597 no one will look here. here i shall say good luck at casablanca. |verty|
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598 !|:|!|:|!|:|!|:|!|:|!|:|!|:|!|:|!|:|!|:|!|:|!|:|!|:|!|:|!|:|!|:|!|:|!|:|!|:|!
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600 Whadda ya mean no one will look here? Call me no one!
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601 @%@%@%@%@%@%@%@+++++++++@%@%@%@%@%@%@
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602 I'm looking too!!
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603 !|:|:! : all lower case I remember a few with that style.
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604 something tells me you are a new boarded with an
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605 old familiar face.
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606 @%@%@%@%@%@%@%@+++++++++@%@%@%@%@%@%@
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607 (((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))((( ripple )))
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608 Of course people will look here it isn't quite full yet!
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609 (((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))((( just lurking )))
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610 Message received.... thanks. Dr. F
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612 *****************************************************************************
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613 APOLIGY: I hope I offended no one on
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614 CBBS/PCS.
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615 I am new to modeming and have never encountered a BBS like this.
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616 IF anyone is insulted, I beg that you accept e apolodizes (sp?)...
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617 Greg Muth=
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