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1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask....
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2 ************************* INSTALLED: 14 MAY 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 One of the few things to bring me out of lurk mode, at the top folks, first
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21 time in a LONG time.
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22 ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?`? ?`? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?/MiG/? ? ? ? ? ? ?
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23 @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
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24 Ah shucks, just missed it...
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25
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26 Max...
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27 @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
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28 oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
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29 The People My Children Married
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30
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31 If my son
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32 brings breakfast in bed
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33 to my daughter-in-law,
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34 she's a lazy good-for-nothing
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35 and he spoils her.
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36
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37 If my son-in-law
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38 brings breakfast in bed
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39 to my daughter,
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40 she deserves it
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41 and he's a doll.
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42
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43 [I didn't write this. Just thought that someone might like it]
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44 oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
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45 JoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshua
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46 "Ohhhhhhhh... aaahhhhhhhhh.... OHHhhhh...AAAHHhhh..."
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47 Waves of unbearable ecstasy passed through my body, leaving me limper after
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48 each thrust as it went deeper and deeper
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49 crescendo of indescribable pleasure, I cried, "stop, please, Deborah, stop!"
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50 Her hands slowed their motion as she leaned closer and asked, "what was that,
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51 Josh? I couldn't quite hear you." "I said 'stop'. I've had enough today."
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52 "OK, Josh. Same time tomorrow?" "Uh, yeah, sure. Of course."
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53 I watched her as she picked up her stuff and headed back inside the building,
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54 striding stongly along with the sun shimmering off the fine shean of
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55 perspiration coating her well-muscled (and quite visible) physique.
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56 Damn, I was lucky. Debbie was the most sought-after masseuse here in Nirvana,
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57 and *I* had her. RHIP, and I no longer had any qualms about taking advantage
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58 of mine. I had earned them.
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59 I started thinking about what to do the rest of the day. Racquetball?
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60 Tennis? Maybe tune up my fencing skills with Francois. This evening, in any
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61 case, was set aside for the Chemin de Fer game with that hot-shot from
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62 England. He was going to show me some tricks, I was going to show him some,
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63 then we'd swap lies about how we did it to the nasties before they did it to
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64 us. Ah, life was great in NET's R&R center, affectionately known as 'Nirvana'.
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65 "Ah, Joshua, there you are!" Damn, I spoke too soon. Here comes Ian, and
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66 judging by his patently artificial joviality, he's got work for me. Oh please
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67 let it be something minor. "I've got a little job for you, Josh, but don't
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68 worry, it's just a minor little exercise to get you warmed up before we put you
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69 back in the field for real." He sat down on a poolside chair, which creaked
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70 ominously beneath his impressive bulk. As he spoke, I watched one of the
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71 chair legs, which seemed to be having trouble with the excess stress.
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72 "As you know, Texas Instruments has been having problems with their quality
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73 control, and we've been receiving an unacceptably large quantity of defective
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74 parts. Since so much of our work is dependent on our electronic equipment,
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75 this is intolerable. So we've been looking for a new supplier. I think we've
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76 found them, and I want you to go out there and check out their security.
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77 They're located in Silicon Valley North, which is one reason I'm sending you
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78 out there, since I know you're familiar with the area. Their credentials are
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79 quite impressive. They are the major supplier for the Space Shuttle, the
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80 Trident submarines, IBM, and DoD. They are also substantially cheaper than
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81 any of the other major suppliers... " While he droned on, I was watching the
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82 crack in Ian's chair creep slowly along the weakening leg. My attention was
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83 suddenly snapped back to his words when I heard him mention "... the company's
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84 name is OMI, and I have set up a cover appointment for you..." He broke off
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85 and looked at me in surprise. I was laughing so hard I could barely catch my
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86 breath, but finally I managed to wheeze, "OMI? Ian, you've got to pay more
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87 attention to what's happening in the world. That joke is so old, nobody falls
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88 for it any more. It's just some juvenile hacker with delusions of grandeur who
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89 keeps submitting bids to anybody foolish enough listen. I thought everyone
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90 knew that by now." Ian frowned at me as I went off into gales of laughter
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91 again. Finally tiring of my lack of respect, he started to push himself out
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92 of the deck chair. The sudden strain finally broke the weakened leg, and the
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93 chair collapsed. Ian, off balance, waved wildly as he fell towards the pool.
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94 I saw it coming, and dropped to the ground, covering my head with my hands.
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95 Ian struck the water, and there was a sudden loud hissing and sparking. A hot
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96 bit of metal landed on my neck, and I brushed it off as I got up and looked
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97 into the churning water. Tsk tsking, I went to the intercom and paged the
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98 office. "Ada, you'd better break out a new Ian. He fell into the pool, and I
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99 guess they don't have the waterproofing perfected yet." Looking over at the
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100 tangled pile of gears and electronics at the bottom of the pool, I said
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101 wryly, "you might say it's another case of doused ex-machinery."
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102 JoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshua
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103 #$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#1:21#$5/15#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#
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104 HELLO...
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105
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106 UNDERCOVER (Part four)
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107 by John Silverman
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108
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109 He no longer felt cramped. Indeed, he felt nothing at all. His mind was
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110 slowly becoming as numb as the rest of his body.
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111
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112 His slide into insensibility was interrupted by the loud bang of a door
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113 being thrown open. Fear brought him back to alertness as he heard two
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114 grumbling voices approaching.
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115
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116 "-why we have to come back down into this mess again."
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117
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118 "Because this goddam door has to be secured, that's why. I swear, that
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119 Mandell's got his head up his ass. This should have been done hours ago.
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120 Anybody could'a snuck in right behind our backs."
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121
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122 "Naw, we had Lewis watching... Hey! Look here! We must've missed one."
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123 Frank almost jumped right out of his skin. The game was up. He wondered
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124 to go for one of their guns, if he had the chance.
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125
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126 "What are you talking about?" The other voice was distant, over by the
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127 emergency door.
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128
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129 "Busboy or something. Crawled all the way over here. He's dead now, though."
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130 This voice was right next to Frank. He relaxed a little, but not much.
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131
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132 "Goddammit, will you get over here and help me with this?! Jesus!" Frank
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133 heard the footsteps walk away from him and there were several moments
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134 of bangs and grunts.
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135
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136 Finally, "There! They'll have to blast their way in, now. What the hell
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137 was this about a busboy?"
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138
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139 "I counted eight holes in him and he still crawled all the way over to
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140 that laundry cart. I wonder why."
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141
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142 "Who cares?" The man sounded tired and somewhat less than interested.
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143 Frank heard the footsteps coming back his way. He almost jumped again when
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144 something hit the cart hard.
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145
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146 "Jusus H.- " The man hollered in pain. The cart was hit again much harder
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147 and rolled into a wall. Frank was almost startled into yelling.
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148
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149 "Goddam thing weighs a godadam ton!!" the man yelled.
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150 "If you watched where you're walking... "
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151
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152 "One more word and I'll put eight holes in YOU! C'mon, we still got a lot
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153 of stuff to do!" Frank heard two sets of footsteps (one set limping)
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154 walking away, and then the door slammed.
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155
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156 He had almost been undone by a clumsy jerk. For some reason he thought that
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157 hilariously funny. He started giggling uncontrollably. It took him a long
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158 time to stop.
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159
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160 (To be continued... )
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161
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162 YOU LIKE SO FAR?
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163
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164 JOHN SILVERMAN
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165 $#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#1:46#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#
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166 [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/]
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167 It just dawned on me. Those toothbrushes. One pink, one blue. Now that's
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168 odd . . . . .
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169 [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] THE TIN MAN [/] [/]
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170 ***********************************************************
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171 John S. I am really enjoying your story, and look forward
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172 to each addition. don't stop now!!!!!!
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173 ********************************kathyd************************
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174 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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175 John S. Yes.
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176 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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177 RYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRY
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178 Joshua: Anticipating some R&R when you get back from S.F.? Wait til
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179 the mission is over with...
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180 RYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRY
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181 **=*=*=*=*Time not but to lurk; go for it john S*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*X^n*=*=*
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182 /=\/=\/=\/=\/=\/=\/=\/=\/=\/=\/=\/=\/=\/=\/=\/=\/=\/=\/=\/=\/=\/=\/=\/=\/
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183
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184 OLD HANK (Part 2)
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185 Abruptly, the old man left the light of the window and walked uneasily
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186 down the sidewalk toward two policemen who stood at the corner
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187 under a streetlamp. As he struggled silently past them and rounded
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188 the corner, the younger officer grimaced and turned his face away.
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189 "Jesus Christ! You'd think they could at least hose these
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190 animals down before turning them loose on the street," he said
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191 disgustedly.
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192 The older one chuckled as he chewed on a short, stubby cigar
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193 that was no longer burning.
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194 "What's the matter, Junior, that one a little bit too ripe for your
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195 refined taste?"
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196 He pulled a cigar out from his shirt pocket and offered it, saying,
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197 "Here, this'll wipe that bad taste outta yer mouth real quick."
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198 The younger officer rolled his eyes and said, "Thanks anyway,
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199 but I'll be just fine as long as I don't have to touch him."
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200 "Oh, you don't have to worry about that," the older one replied,
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201 "That's Old Hank, and we've got a little agreement with Old Hank there.
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202 We don't bother him and he goes about the business of drinking
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203 himself into oblivion without being a pain in the ass. But just you try
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204 and take his bottle away or sober him up and BAM! He turns into a runaway
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205 freight train."
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206 That's OK with me," the younger officer said, "Now all I have to
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207 do is find a way to stay upwind..."
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208 Old Hank, as they called him, continued his slow journey down
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209 the street, retreating into the comfort of a dark alley close by. He
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210 wasn't always known as Old Hank, however. Many years before, he
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211 had been Henry P> Marsh, married, with a satisfying job in an advertising
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212 firm. Though he enjoyed the challenge of his work and the rapid and
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213 easy exchange of ideas with his co-workers, the jewel in the eye of
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214 Henry Marsh was his four-year-old daughter, Crystal...
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215
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216 /=\/=\/=\/=\/=\/=\/=\/=\/=\/=\Sebastian Silversmith/=\/=\/=\/=\/=\/=\/=\/=\
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217
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218
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219
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I *had* to step out of the shadows for just a moment.... "doused ex"...
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220 good grief, I love it! Thanks for the pun-ishment, Joshua!
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221 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][]PAM.[][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][]
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222 SPACE IS DARK OUT BY THE GALAXY'S EDGE. VERY FEW HUMANS EVER VOYAGE OUT
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223 THAT FAR, AND EVEN FEWER COME BACK.
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224 MANY PEOPLE HAVE SAID THAT THE EDGE OF THE SPIRAL ARM WAS THE MOST GOD
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225 FORESAKEN PIECE OF INTERSTELLAR REAL-ESTATE KNOWN TO MAN, BUT JACK DIDN'T
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226 MIND. HE LIKED IT OUT HERE, WHERE THE STARLIGHT FR_M THE GALAXY CENTER
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227 DIDN'T PENETRATE THE NEBULAR DUST WITH IT'S FULL INTENSITY. KIND OF MADE T
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228 /\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\
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229 A ray of sunlight has been captured in a shard of glass. I stare into
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230 my broken pieces which are sadly scattered apon the ground. They're beyond
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231 reconstruction, even the gathering of them is useless. I fill my hands with the
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232 glistening pain and then let the pieces drop, breaking into a thousand new
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233 facets. I stand and walk from the collapsed structure.
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234 The falling glass has hurt me, and my heart bleeds inside.
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235 /\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\\//\\/\\/\\ eidolaz /\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\
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236
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237 *_$)*%@)_#*%)_*%@)_*%@#)_*%@)_#*%@)_#*%@#)_*%@)_#%)_#*^_)*&$%)_*#$)_^.#$)_^*#
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238
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239 "Gawd my aching head... What in the hell happened?" It was one Eugene
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240 Farley, back, at least for the moment, from the dead.
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241 "Big stick go BOOM! Farley, don't you realize that we were just the object
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242 of the affection of a concussion bomb?" Even in pain, Fellows had a knack for
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243 wit, ala Sir John Falstaff.
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244 Another voice chimed in. "And considering that we are still alive, we
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245 must remember to thank our lucky stars. C-Bombs have a nasty rep for getting
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246 the job done, and done well." Agent Parity was sitting upright now, his back
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247 against what was left of the pawn shop counter.
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248 Farley again, dusting himself off, trying to regain some semblance of
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249 composure, "Well who would want to blast a crummy pawn shop anyway?"
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250 "Not just any old crummy pawn shop Farley, an old crummy NET pawn shop.
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251 That makes it special. Also consider the customers."
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252 Farley put two and two together, and using the Second Law of Mathematical
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253 Induction, came up with four. "Someone doesn't like us being here in San
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254 Francisco. I wonder if Kosta or Miss Lamb have anything to do with this
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255 attack."
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256 Parity, now standing, although still a bit unsteady, motioned the others
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257 to the door. "Let's get out of here before the local constables arrive. The
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258 last thing I want to do is make my one call to Ian from a San Francisco
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259 Bastille!"
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260 "Here here old chap." Fellows agreed. "Let us make haste through the
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261 proverbial NET back exit. I never leave home without one."
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262 "What about our friendly proprietors?" queried Farley. "Shouldn't we check
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263 on them?"
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264 "No need to. They won't be selling any more hot wedding rings for awhile."
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265 Parity pointed to a rather disgusting bloody mess near the opposite end of the
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266 counter. "I think the C-Bomb landed right at their feet. But I did get the
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267 address we seek before the roof caved in. Let's get out of here."
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268 Farley was shocked by Parity's seeming callous attitude regarding the two
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269 fallen NET employees. Sure they were probably low grade summer hires, but they
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270 were still human. He's covering up. It tears his insides just like it tears
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271 the rest of us. But he's hiding it. He can't let it show, on my account.
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272 Quick rationalizations had spared more than one NET agent's mind, and Farley
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273 knew it.
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274
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275 The back exit opened out into an alley behind the building where the pawn
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276 shop was located. Old Grateful Dead posters completely covered one wall, and
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277 further down the narrow street, a large cement column proudly displayed
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278 information for the next concert of the San Francisco Gay Men's Choir.
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279 "Isn't that an odd place for a display like that? I mean in an alley and
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280 all." Farley mused.
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281 "Remember where you are my boy." smiled Fellows. "The city of a thousand
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282 delights, and a thousand oddities"
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283 "Yea, you'll have to tell me about the oddities sometime." Farley returned.
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284 "Ok enough with the rapier wits. We have some work to do. I suggest we
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285 borrow a car from the parking lot across the street. Non-descript, and no
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286 chance of bugging. Besides, our assailants probably think we are dead, right?
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287 We can use that misconception to our advantage, at least for a while." Parity
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288 had no time for joking around. He had far more ominous things on his mind.
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289 Kosta, Mary Lamb, the troubles with Ian, watching out for Farley; these were
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290 all secondary to the new information that had been slipped in his hand by the
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291 man in the pawn shop: A short notation on the back of the address sheet for
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292 Mary Lamb, the original reason the agents had come to the shattered pawn
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293 shop in the first place. Parity couldn't remember the last time he was so
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294 scared. I must not let it show. Not even Fellows can find out. Keep cool
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295 Parity, don't lose your head. NET training, help me out! And then again to
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296 the others. "Let's get that car. We have one socialite to visit!" The sounds
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297 of distant sirens quicked the trio's pace.
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298
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299 Minutes later, the three NET agents sped west along Mission, towards
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300 Golden Gate park, and the luxurious home of the Lamb family. Parity drove,
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301 partly because he knew the destination (he hadn't revealed the address to the
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302 others yet), and partly to calm his mind. The San Francisco traffic was
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303 nothing compared to the burden he now carried, alone.
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304
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305 *_$*%_)#$*%)#_$*%#$i_%*@#_)%* L'homme sans Parity *%$#_)%*@#)_%*@#)_%*@#_)%*@
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306 PS Mikey: Disk received. Will call tomorrow.
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307 *$%#_)*%@#_)*%@_#)*%)_#*%)_*%@_)#*%@)_#*%@_#)*%@_)#*%_)@#*%@#)_*%_@#)%*@_#*%%
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308
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309 I WAS HERE
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310 000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000
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311 Pipewr: Well, the story I was speaking of was the Transcom story I already
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312 posted. I don't think it's worth continuing anyway (maybe rewriting, though)
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313 What I did was analize what made a good SF story--a good plot with a good
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314 concept behind it (i.e. Foundation- Psychohistory; Imperial Earth- Cloning).
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315 My idea was a modem-like transfer of information that can be used to recon-
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316 struct a person. Good concept--but mediocre writing at best. Oh, well,
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317 I'll try again soon. By the way, I haven't seen you on Whispering Pines.
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318 Do you still call there?
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319 John Silverman: I like your stories. Playfully vicious yet suspensful.
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320 You've captured the style of Sam Peckenpah on paper (screen).
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321 00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 Walrus 00000
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322 ?
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323 Call the Road House BBS at
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324 503-285-xxxx
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325 Hours 6pm-9am
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326 Your Bartender: Eddie
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327
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328
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329 exit
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330 $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
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331
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332 BIG GUZZIS FOR SPORT RIDING
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333
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334 Big Guzzis, often reffered to as "guzzlers", have for many years been
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335 reveered as the finest motorsport bikes in the universe. Used mainly at
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336 world championship tractor pulls, the guzzlers" literally rip the doors
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337 off all competition.
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338 In 1923, Italian motorsport racer Mario Lasagna, succesfully defeated
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339 some comers at the 1923 "Isle of Pizza" championship. Mr. Lasagna,
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340 sporting his 350cc side valve reverse intake l head hemispherical combustion,
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341 stratispherically charged, superbike, (with balogna sliced piston
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342 cross section, for reduced friction), finished far ahead of the
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343 bicycle contestant, Louise Frogatino, who had retired early due to tire
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344 failure on his Schwinn Tourino converted paper route bike. This race will
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345 uncoubtedly fo down in history as one of the finest examples of Italian
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346 technial ingenuity.
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347 Examples of this far sighted engineering endeaver is revealed in the
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348 specially woven wicker basket frame with red tablecloth encapsulated frame
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349 lugs. Another example is the Chianti drip feed evaperation cooling
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350 system. Not only does this reduce the possibility of the fat nodules of
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351 the balogna sliced piston from siezing, but it also enables the rider to
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352 slide freely back and forth on the spring mounted salami shaped racing
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353 saddle.
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354 In modern days the "guzzlers" are often seen snaking down tretcherous
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355 mountain passes with rider flagrently sliding from side to side as his
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356 Italian weiny machine roars with deep throated salami breath. Although
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357 the Japanese have taken full advantage of the new computer technolegy in
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358 designing their machines, the Italians have stayed with the old world
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359 ingenuity and fine it much more satisfying to use the old "drink and
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360 think" engineering. This is why we in the rest of the world are still
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361 able to enjoy the -----BIG GUZZIES FOR SPORT RIDING.
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362
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363 Phill Rill for Cycle Real Magazine
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364 exit
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365 JoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshua
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366 PAM: I'm really glad you enjoyed it. Now that you mention it, I remember seeing
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367 some of your puns on Bit Bucket. It's always gratifying when one of the old
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368 timers (not to mention Goddesses) notices and compliments ones work. Most of my
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369 Joshua entries are filled with references to things which various other people
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370 will recognize. (sometimes the quality of the writing suffers because I'm trying
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371 so hard to work some subtle reference in). I had to have the ending because of
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372 Ian's predilection for android substitutes. The middle was aimed at a very
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373 small group of people, and the beginning was my chance to have fun with the
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374 overly prudish group apparent here lately. There were a couple of other hidden
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375 references in it, but I can't give them All away. Anyway, thanks a lot for your
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376 comment. It's always nice to be noticed favorably by one of the biggies.
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377 JoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshua
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378 #$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$#
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379 Joshua: I, personally, am amazed that you've managed to put in TWO entries
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380 in such a short time span. I cannot do likewise, however- let me recover
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381 from the testing this week. And finals is NEXT week! Arrghh...
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382 #$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$# Farley #$##$##$##$# 23:30-05/15/85 #$##$##$##$##$##$#
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383 __________::::::::::__________::::::::::__________::::::::::__________::::::::
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384 John Silverman: So far? I like!
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385
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386 Sebastian: Very nice as well.
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387
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388 (you too, Joshua)
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389 __________::::::::::__________:::::::::: TThe Jiz /// __________::::::::
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390
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391 [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/]
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392 The room is small. Too small really, the floor almost smothered by the bed
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393 and a few stacks of cloths folded neatly next to the closet. On top of all
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394 this lays various items dropped in an aparent random pattern. The light on the
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395 The light falls on the metal form before it, casting a sickly tinge on the
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396 polished face. It falls as well on the thick metal fingers, laying motionless
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397 on the keyboard. It is reflected dully by the upturned eyes that stare intent
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398 at nothing at all.
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399 Behind the eyes though, a battle rages. Silent screams tear from throats
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400 already raw with pain. Again and again. Blades covered with the dried blood
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401 of endless battle strike flesh. Over and over. A nightmare without the hope
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402 of waking.
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403 Currents flow, positive and negative, light and dark. An invisible struggle
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404 for control, winner take all. Flow and ebb, thrust and parry.
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405 The light proclaims victory, and the darkness only smiles. The dark seems
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406 triumphant, but a small candle light an unseen corner.
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407 The light is ordered, and filled with comportable visions of childhood, a
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408 movie screen for the past. The world according to Disney.
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409 The dark is fragments and bits. Promises of the future. Complete with still
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410 photos, hard and graphic. An appeal to the body.
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411
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412 The eyes roll down. Slowly a hand reaches to the back of the screen and
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413 there is a soft click.
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414
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415 The Harlequin is not more. He was a fool in the game of love, a puppet on
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416 strings. He was afraid.
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417 He was afraid of women, and so sought always to be on their side.
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418 He was afraid of himself, and so sacrificed himself, seeking peace in empty-
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419 ness.
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420 He was afraid of the beast, for that was a side of himself he could not bring
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421 himself to even recognize.
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422
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423 The beast lives. He is not fool. He knows this game. He stands alone. And
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424 he smiles in the darkness of my room.
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425 I invited him. Sometimes it is that thought that scares me the most. It has
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426 given bastard birth to many a disturbing dream, waking me in the night, covered
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427 in sweat, my heart pounding.
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428
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429 [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] for now [/] THE TIN MAN [/] [/]
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430 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*ME*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*
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431 eidolaz: keep up the good work. I'M impressed. kinda reminds me of jon de'fool
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432 and the great incal and so on.
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433 Gaurdian: somebody was mentioning tangerine dream's work on one of the message
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434 boards. he neglected to mention Stratosphere, Phadaedra and the double alblum;
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435 Encore! At least somebody has taste in music!
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436 NET: someone you know may soon appear with a new name and a new face.
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437 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*
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438 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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439 Walrus -- My time is short enough that I really don't want to spend money
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440 on another demand on it. I.E. no Whispering Pines. I'm not mad at Jim for
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441 charging for it -- that's his right-- I just don't choose to pay for the
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442 privilege of using the system when I don't really have the time to use it
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443 daily anyway. I have been incredibly lucky as I have only about 1/2 hour
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444 to try to get into any systems in the early morning. I've only gotten
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445 into TANIS a very few times, but usually make the Bit Bucket and Le Nerd.
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446 If you want to leave me private mail, Le Nerd is a good place.
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447 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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448 AT THE TONE, THE DAYLIGHT STANDARD TIME WILL BE, E^ie2
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449 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ (jus' a note)
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450 SEE WHAT I MEAN? I told you so, I'm not the only one that thinks that way!
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451 And I suppose you were right, I didn't know what I was getting into when I
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452 started writing those letters. But no matter, I won't stop now...
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453 They are at times refreshing, and always enlightening.
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454 (How many times can *you* hit the "M" key??? <snicker> )
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455 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ --->the Guardian... 136:15
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456
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457 KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA
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458 It was more mayhem than I had intended to create, but the function had
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459 been performed satisfactorily. More than satisfactorily, it had killed five
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460 men. I knew that there were always some implements of destruction available
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461 in such a covert establishment, and I knew where to find them. The procedures
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462 that were carried out by the dispersal of these weapons had not changed
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463 since my departure and subsequent return to 'the proper civilization.'
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464 Bending the truth always seemed to be the course of action when walking
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465 into such a developed establishment as the pawn shoppe front, but I don't
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466 suppose that the people hired to operate it would really know all of what would
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467 transpire before them no matter how keen they were. Suspicious yes, but not
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468 really knowledgable.
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469 Suspicion is what I aroused when I asked the man behind the counter for
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470 the package that coresponded with the claim ticket he had just been handed.
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471 The way he kept taking long inspecting glances at me and then the ticket
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472 and then back at me again gave me more than a hunch that he knew something was
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473 was 'up.' When he told me that he would have to take a look in the back room
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474 for material held longer than a year, I told him I could wait. He shuffled
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475 off behind a few shelves of dusty possessions and confered with his working
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476 associate, informing him that I had come for an over-due parcel. The longer
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477 they took in their search for the parcel, the more I knew that they were trying
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478 to detain me. This never happened. NOBODY was ever detained with a ticket that
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479 was labeled to the company of "Noodleheimer's Equestrian Troupe". Never the
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480 less, they had to check on it. I began my search for the nearest weapon
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481 available that would allow me to depart without being followed. I found the
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482 box labled "CONC/B". It wouldn't be clean, but I would at least have an
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483 uninterupted departure.
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484 The two men came back to the counter with the ticket and the parcel, and
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485 informed me that I would have to sign the usual forms, and pay for the regular
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486 deposit on such items when I noticed that the second man was concealing a
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487 firearm that he was not carrying when I entered the shoppe. Things were going
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488 to get sticky rather quickly. Not only did the two men behind the counter
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489 take my attention, but there were now three more men walking in the front door.
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490 I recognized them, but had no option than to grab for my parcel and escape as
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491 rapidly as I could. I took the parcel and dropped the box on the counter in
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492 its place, running fratically for the exit in the rear. Jumping through the
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493 door, the explosion filled my ears as I felt the blast push me into the alley.
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494 Dazedly, I made my way through the back streets a long enough distance
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495 until I could emerge onto the regular avenues. I had my parcel, the letters
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496 I had been saving since the beginning, and would head off to see their author
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497 one more time. I could not concentrate after doing what I had just done, and
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498 called over a cab to take me where I wanted to go. Collapsed in the back seat,
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499 I could not believe I had ended it all for those last three men. I knew they
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500 would be on my trail, but not so quickly. Was I slowing down? Did I really
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501 do it? Could it be that I had actually killed my own friend after so long,
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502 leaving behind the bodies of L'homme and his companions? I tryed to relax with
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503 the thought that I would be safe for awhile longer, but could not shake the
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504 feeling that I was now so alone.
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505 Ah, but there would still be my precious Mary...
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506 "Oh, do get on with it, driver!"
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507 KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA
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508 /\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\
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509 Dreamtoucher -- I don't know your reference, but thank you!
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510 /\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\ eidolaz /\\/\\/\\/\\/\\
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511 _*%@#_)*%)_@#*%@_#)%*@_#)%*@#_%*_@#*%@_
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512 Kosta: I see no insurmountable problems with the slight mixup. Time is such
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513 a relative thing, as we all know. There will always be problems with these
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514 multi-authored stories. It is just another case of one person's left hand
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515 not knowing what another person's left hand is doing.
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516 Ian: Check your field records. The person partly responsible for making an
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517 'ex' out of your machinery is not where you think he is. Tsk Tsk, I don't
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518 know who to trust anymore.
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519 *_%$#)_%*#$_)%*_)#%*#_)$%*@*%)_* L'homme sans Parity *%*)_@*%)_@*%_)*%@_%*@%@*
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520
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521 You people are sick! Nick Danger lives and that is all that matters...
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522 I spell my name the way it sounds...let me see...N for nice...it rhymes
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523 with rice, I... yeah...DANGER!
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524
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525 ............. ............. .............
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526 Comprende now, L'homme. Thanks. Kosta
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527 ............. ............. .............
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528
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529 ?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
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530 JOSHUA, AFTER AN ABSENCE OF ABOUT A YEAR, I FOUND IT QUITE AN INSULT TO RE-
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531 TURN TO THE BACKWATER AND BE INCLUDED IN AN INTRO TO A STORY REFERING IF I
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532 MAY QUOTE, "TO THE OVERLY PRUDISH" MEMBERS OF THIS SYSTEM. I SUGGEST YOU RE-
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533 FER TO YOUR DICTIONARY FOR A PROPER DEFINITION. IF YOU HAPPENED TO BE AROUND
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534 THEN (A YEAR AGO) YOU'LD REALIZE I'M NEITHER. ANYHEY, PLEASE REFRAIN FROM
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535 USEING MY NAME.
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536 ?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?DEBORAH?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
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537 JoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshua
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538 My dear Ms. Dixon: I have indeed been around for substantially more than a year.
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539 Following your suggestion, I referenced my dictionary.
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540 PRUDE - a person who is overly modest or proper in behaviour, dress, or speech,
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541 _esp. in a way that annoys others_. I used the phrase in exactly the way I
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||
542 meant. There are many lately who have, in my opinion, fallen in that category.
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543 You are not (necessarily) one of them, but as I mentioned to PAM, I like to work
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544 many things and people into my stories. The Deborah in my entry was a very
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||
545 competent professional, in a non-demeaning profession. If you choose to
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||
546 identify yourself with her, and then take offense, that is of course your right.
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547 Bear in mind, however, that there are at least 5 people in the world with the
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548 same name as you. At the risk of lessening the humor (or ridicule, depending
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549 on your point of view) of my entry, by the time I named names, the point was
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550 already made in that part of the entry - misleading the puritans about what
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551 was occurring.
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552 Remember, too, that as a loyal NET agent, I was not above poking some fun at
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553 our Fearless Leader, Ian. Too many people take what happens on this board too
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554 seriously, and get too wrapped up in their personnas.
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555 I see that I am again doing what I shouldn't do - stepping outside my
|
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556 character and attempting to make a statement. That is not my forte, and I
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557 usually blow it. Let me close with this, Deborah:
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558 I respect YOU, and YOUR writing. I shall, however, continue to have fun at
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559 other's expense, if/when the mood strikes me. I am, after all, not particularly
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560 vicious. (or frequent). Until next time.
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561 JoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshua
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562 Hey, what's the deal on da? You can't enter anything. It would be great if you
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563 couldn't delete other people's stuff, but this sucks.
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564
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565 ^^^^^ If the dishes are left for too long, they are ignored altogether.
|
||
566 ^^^^^ I almost think that there is no one here to aid me now that I have
|
||
567 ^^^^^ taken on the courtesy to visit one in their passtime profession.
|
||
568 ^^^^^ The one I come to visit always seems to be somewhere else doing the
|
||
569 ^^^^^ cleaning. These untended tables aren't actually all that bad, but
|
||
570 ^^^^^ there are so many of them! Stacking the plates and returning the
|
||
571 ^^^^^ emptied tankards I hear a slightly familiar noise... I turn to see
|
||
572 ^^^^^ the small shape of a feline patting at the window while playfully
|
||
573 ^^^^^ filling her time frolicing with the butterfly that is on the other
|
||
574 ^^^^^ side. I return to my work content to listening to the sounds.
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575 ^^^^^ Patting and purring... --->G
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