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1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask...
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2 ************************* INSTALLED: 26 NOV 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 :::::::::O O::::::::21:27:::::::::::::::::::::::::11/26:::::O O::::::::::::::::
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21 It's been a LOOONG time since I've been way up here, in my predestined
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22 position. While I'm here, I'd like to thank all the little people who've...
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23 ... and don't (just) applaud, throw money.
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24 ::::::::::::O O::::::::::::::::voyeur:::::::::::::::::O O::::::::::::::::::::::
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25 <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
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26 To: Questioner of previous disk, concerning measured phone service.
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27 This means that there will be a basic charge each month for phone service,
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28 plus additional charges for the time used in the call and how far one calls,
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29 that is, how far removed the answering phone is. Clearly, this is a problem
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30 for everyone, as the customer will pay for local phone service in the same way
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31 as a long distance call. (Not the same rates, of course). Anyway, those who
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32 are dependent upon their parents for phone service will have their modem time
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33 severely limited, and those who live alone may not be able to afford a phone
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34 , (Senior citizens.) I have just heard that the phone company abandoned that
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35 idea, but the local PIRG is trying to get a bill on the next ballot that will
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36 prevent the phone company from implementing it. I'll leave a name or a group
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37 to contact, sometime within the next few days, depending upon whether I am able
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38 to go to school tomorrow, (They're predicting snow.). I have a friend in
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39 OSPIRG who I can ask about this. If we can get most or all of the modemers
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40 in on this (We all have a vested interest in keeping the current system), then
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41 we should have no problem. Measured phone service also inhibits all sort of bu
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42 siness or personal communication. Don't let them **** us over!!!!!!!!
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43 Piotr........the heathen
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44 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
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45 P.S. Mikey... why Enter Only?....Piotr
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46 """"""""""""""""""Are you out there Punchinelo? SOLI...
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47 #$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$
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48
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49 Phantom 429
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50 by
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51 John Silverman
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52 (Part 9)
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53
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54 My neighbor was at the door to bitch about the TV interferance again. I ran into him on the way out. I untangled
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55 myself and ran out through the howling rain to my car, his curses fading behind me.
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56 The engine was cold and didn't want to start. After five tries I was about ready to tear it out barehanded.
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57 Finally it roared to life. As soon as I tried to back out, it died. I sobbed in frustration as I turned the key again.
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58 Too late. I knew I was going to be too late.
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59 I pulled out right in front of a truck. His horn blared as he missed me by inches. I barely noticed. I fishtailed
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60 into the left lane an floored it. It was raining to beat all hell, and if somebody pulled out in front of me, I'd
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61 hydroplane right into them. I sailed through two red lights, wipers trying in vain to keep the window clear. Finally I
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62 pulled up in front of the main gate to the cemetary. I kept a folding shovel in the trunk for when the car got stuck. I
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63 grabbed it, leaving the trunk open, and ran to the gate. It was locked, of course, but I scaled the fence with little
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64 dificulty.
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65 It took me a moment to get my bearings in the dark and the rain. The I found it. Roy's gravestone. Without
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66 hesitation I plunged the blade into the earth.
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67 The sod came up with a wet ripping sound. I piled shovelful after shovelful of dirt beside me. Soon I had to climb
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68 into the hole to get deeper. The work was hard and my muscles screamed for relief. I worked all the harder, tears
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69 streaming down my face and mingling with the rain. I knew I was too late but couldn't stop.
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70 After what seemed like forever the coffin was finally uncovered. I threw the shovel out of the hole and planted my
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71 feet on either side, so I could open the lid. As I bent down to grab the latch, I stopped.
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72 There were voices in there.
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73 The unreality of the situation froze me solid in my tracks. I didn't know WHAT was in there or what would happen
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74 if I opened the lid. Then I went ahead and opened it anyway.
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75 The body was just a dim shape in the darkness. I paid it little heed. What caught my attention was the CB by its
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76 side.
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77 It was on.
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78 It was one of those little battery pack jobs. It might have been left on when he was buried. But why didn't it run
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79 out of juice before now?
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80 Suddenly Jennifer's voice came out of the speaker, clear as a bell. "Roy? Where did you go? I'm almost there."
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81 By God I still had a chance! I picked up the thing and threw it against the tombstone above me. It shattered, the
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82 pieces raining back down into the hole. My heart was elated. Safe. She was safe!
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83 Something struck my left ankle. I fell forward into the coffin and screamed in pain as my right shin snapped like
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84 a toothpick. I was laying on top of Roy. Most of the skin on his face had rotted, leaving only bare white bone. Slowly
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85 the skull turned until I was staring into eyeless sockets. The jaw moved as if trying to form words. I forgot my leg
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86 and tried to move, to get away from this THING but all my muscles locked. The chest heaved and rasping sounds came from
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87 the puntured windpipe. Then I heard his voice. In my mind.
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88 "You should have listened. You should have stayed away." Was all he said. Repeating it over and over. Cold, bony
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89 hands came from nowhere and clamped on my throat. I tried desparately to inhale as I clawed at the hands but they were
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90 impossibly strong. A black curtain settled over my mind and my last thoughts were of Jennifer. I wondered if she was
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91 all right. It looked like Roy was getting me in her stead...
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92
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93 (TO BE CONTINUED...)
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94
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95 #$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$
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96 (((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))((( just sneakin' around )))(((*)))((( Ripple )))
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97
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98 ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Lurk before vacation...|||| PEN NAME ||||||||
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99 NU
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100
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101 HELP
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103
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104
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105 OFF
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106 EXIT
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107 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\THE DESTROYER\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\23
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108 The entrance he picked was a hole about ten by twenty feet. Nobody in sight of this particular breach, which suited
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109 him fine. A fifteen foot leap cleared the rubble at the hole's base, and he was inside.
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110 The only other entrance in the room was a heavy oak door. James tried the knob and, of course, it was locked from
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111 the other side. Who needed this grief? With a curse he lashed out a foot. The door exploded outward in a shower of
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112 splinters. Those splinters rained down on a small battalion of the meanest and best armed troops he had seen in a long
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113 time. Soldiers and intruder stared at each other, amazed, for a long second. Then with a strange battle cry, they
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114 rushed the young man.
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115 Chalk another one up to Murphy's law, James thought as he raised the sword before him. He dove almost headfirst
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116 into a wall of razor sharp steel.
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117 Fortunately he had something more effective than steel. The soldiers were hampered by the confined space. So was
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118 James, but to a much lesser extent. Every time a blade or club was swung at him, he managed to be somewhere else. But
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119 when his sword flashed, somebody died. The armor they wore was useless against its edge. Within half a minute most of
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120 the troops lay on the floor, either dead or wounded. The few that were left stared in horror at the slight figure that
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121 stood untouched among the bodies. There was an evil, insane gleam in his eye and when he turned to face them, they
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122 fled.
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123 James quickly followed. He couldn't just waste everybody in the place. He needed to find Tariya, and fast. Through
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124 the darkened corridor he ran, coming out into a huge auditorium. This place had been pretty hard hit. There was rubble
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125 all over and people rushing about. Nobody paid him the slightest attention.
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126 An older man in a much decorated soldier's uniform ran by, cursing the cowards that staffed this outpost. James
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127 thought he might have recognised him as one of the attackers from last night. The old man didn't see him in the
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128 shadows until James' hand shot out and grabbed him by the armored coller. Steel crumpled in his fingers as he hauled
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129 the man bodily into the doorway, out of sight of the public.
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130 "What is-" The soldier gasped, amazed at his assailant's strength. Then recognition came. "You! But you're dead! I
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131 watched the commander slit your throat!"
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132 "I got better." Was James' reply. "I want to know what you did with the girl. Now!"
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133 The soldier struggled but couldn't get free or reach his weapons. Finally he pleaded, "I can't! The Commander would
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134 have my life if I talked!"
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135 "I'll have your life if you don't!" but the soldier wouldn't say anymore. Time to get serious. James reached into
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136 his boot and pulled out a small .38 derringer. He placed one of the gun's two barrels against the man's knee, just
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137 behind the plate that protected it, and pulled the trigger.
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138 The solidier's whole body spasmed and he held a scream back between cleched teeth, just barely. Blood gushed out
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139 from the h }. He would have collapsed if not for James holding him up. In a calm, clear voice, the young man said,
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140 "That was the left one. Shall we try for two?"
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141 In a weak, shakey voice the man spilled everything he knew. In fact, he wouldn't shut up. When James had had enough
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142 he threw him down the corridor like a rag doll. He didn't know if Tariya was alive, but he did know where to find her
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143 if she was.
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144 And she was with the man who had tried to kill him.
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145 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\THE DESTROYER\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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146 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppstill lurkin'pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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147 You can call me obsessed, but when you've got two dogs, one a puppy in the process of being house-trained, I guess you
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148 might say I have a right to be.
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149 It's this poop thing you know. Yesterday morning I woke up to that awful smell dog-owners hate. There it was, sitting
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150 in a clump in the living room. I could swear it was in the shape of a smile, mocking me for having to clean it up.
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151
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152 And there was that dumb puppy, wagging its tail, as if nothing was wrong. Dumb thing is so cute, it takes a lot of
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153 effort to whack it upside the head when it stares at you with those puppy eyes, pretending it doesn't have thg
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154 (the) slightest idea what it did wrong.
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155
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156 Again, I might be obsessed, especially with such a gross topic, but it occurs to me that dogs are not very fuel
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157 efficient. I mean, we feed 'em once or twice a day, and once or twice a day they deposit a clump of waste at least as
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158 large as the food they consumed! Just think if humans did the same: we eat three or four times a day, and if we had to
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159 do the same, the toilet paper companies would be larger than Exxon!
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160
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161 What do they do with that food? And where do they get their energy?
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162
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163 My obsession is justified when you realize that not only do we have two dogs, one the aforementioned puppy pooper, but
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164 another (his mother) who is in heat (we did finally get a doggie diaper- much cleaner but still gross). It's such a
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165 pain in the rear to unsnap the thing all the time that we don't let her out as often. So, since she had to go and we
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166 didn't realize it, she went downstairs.
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167
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168 I walked down there, and the familiar smell wafted into my nostrils, triggering immediate feelings of destruction-
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169 minded fury.
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170
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171 And there it was. A big glob of poop right in the middle of a cardboard box. The cardboard box contained some important
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172 papers. She was either making a statement as to the quality of my work or trying to hide it.
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173
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174 And of course when I dragged her down the stairs to show her the work (I think she'd already seen it though) and spank
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175 her accordingly, she peed on my foot the whole way down in fright.
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176
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177 Sign me,
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178 Pooped Out.
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179
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180 popopopopopopopopopoopoopoopoopoopoopooppooooppopopopopopopopopopopopopopopopop
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181 en
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182 We already have 12 yes 12 dogs, so what's one more (or less). [*=*]
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183 *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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184
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185 Like an elegant lady gone to seed, the Bogart Arms stood on the shores
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186 of Lake Geneva. Amid frayed tapestries and overstuffed leather chairs,
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187 private eyes in rumpled trench coats and cynical foreign agents sat
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188 with newspapers concealing their faces in the cavernous lobby. A glimmer
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189 of recognition shone in more than one of the agent's eyes as Maria and
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190 Mohammed Wassir entered the hotel through the revolving door.
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191 "Mohammed," Maria said, "are you sure we'll find anything here?
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192 Perhaps this is a wild duck chase."
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193 "That's goose chase," Wassir said. "And I think we were drawn here
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194 for a reason. While you were sleeping, I checked my sources. It seems
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195 that the famous cybernetics expert, Professor Hugo Stuffit, was abducted
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196 from this hotel not more than three days ago. The Bogart Arms is notorious
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197 for intrigue and adventure. Never fear, I'm sure we'll discover something."
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198 The pair approached the front desk. "Yes sir, could I help you?" The
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199 thin, nervous desk clerk asked.
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200 "We'd like a room," Wassir said.
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201 "And for how long will it be?"
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202 "I'm not sure... let's start with a week."
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203 "Certainly, may I have your name?"
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204 "Mohammed Wassir."
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205 "Oh yes, Mr. Wassir, we have your reservation here. You've been
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206 booked for the Vatican Suite."
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207 "But we didn't...." Maria said in confusion. Wassir laid a hand on
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208 her arm and silenced her with a shake of his head.
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209 "That will be fine," Mohammed said. "Would you like payment in
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210 advance?"
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211 "Oh no sir, your room is being paid for by the Crudleco Corporation.
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212 The note says that your account is to be unlimited. Your room is 1313."
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213 The clerk rang a small silver bell on the counter. "Front..... boy!"
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214 A twisted gnomish bell hop in a red uniform and pill-box hat appeared
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215 from nowhere and gathered up Wassir's and Maria's bags and walked them to
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216 the elevator. As the doors to the lift closed, Wassir could hear the
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217 rustle of newpapers and the excited whispers of the men and women in the
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218 lobby. Yes, this trip might become quite interesting.
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219
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220 *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Valinor *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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221
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222 *********************************************************************
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223
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224 John Silverman: curse on (TO BE CONTINUED). You really had me sitting
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225 on my hands on that one. more more more please, pretty please?
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226 ********************************kathyD*************************************
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227 You've got to be kidding. I was laughing at the absurdity of it all...
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228 (sorry John,I don't mean to belittle your writing, but in my very humble
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229 opinion, and as perhaps some feedback from one of your readers, if you're
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230 interested... your story ended up to be pure horror, but started out with
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231 no hint of same. Think of the movies, The Exorcist would not have been as
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232 scary at the end if the groundwork hand't been properly laid- mood music,
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233 greater and greater scares as time went on, etc. I think the skeleton is
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234 fine, but it seems out of place in an originally CB love story that turned
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235 into a ghost story that has now turned into a pure horror fantasy.
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236
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237 Keep it up... just a thought... and now that I am in tune with your horror
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238 aspect perhaps the next reel or two will grab better.
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239
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240 THE SELF-STYLED CRITIC======================================================
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241 Valinor: good work, I haven't quite figured out who all is working with
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242 this Wassir story, but your entry is one of the sweetest: to the point,
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243 clear, and comparitively short, which is much easier to read. Please go on!
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244 (And your humor is also welcome, and a nice sly change of pace...)
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245
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246 TSSC
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247
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248 ============================================================================
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249 *_#)@*%_)%*!_)%*!_)%*!_#)%*_)*@#)_%*@#)_%*@#_)^@_)^&@_)*$_)*^#$)_*^#)_$^*#$
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250 Mikey:News from Compuserve. I'll call with the details. Is U.S. Digital
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251 going to be open Friday?
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252 Voyeur: Welcome back (even if it is at the top).
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253 %(*_)%(*@)_%_@#*)%_)@#*%)@_#%*@ L'homme sans Parity *%#@_)*%_@#)*%@#_)%*@#%
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254 O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+
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255 Well, gang... looks like I get to go home for the weekend and feast on
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256 some turkey ( a vast departure from what I'm eating here). So... looks like
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257 we'll be popping out for the weekend. Sure hope I don't miss John's next
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258 entry.
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259
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260 As for the Tripods, there are pleas of innocence from this party--a victim
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261 of twits--.
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262
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263 HAPPY THANKSGIVING
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264
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265 and keep writing, only more slowly so I don't miss anything.
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266 O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+ POPPING IN (popping out?) O+O+O+O+
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267 O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+ 11-27-85 3:23 pm O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+
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268 <-><-><-><-><-><-><-><-><-><-><-><-><-><-><-><-><-><-><-><-><-><-><-><-><-><-><-><->
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269 ==========================================================================================
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270 There are two types of people in this world....The Educated and the Intelligent...
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271 The Educated only believe half of what they hear..........
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272 The Intelligent know which half...........................
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273
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274 ...................frantic freddy..............................................
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275 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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276 """"""""""""""""""To all writers: keep up the good work! SOLI...
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277 TO: (classified)
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278 SUBJECT: JD
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279 All previous entries too large by 2^-1. Adjust plans accordingly.
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280 ______________________________JD 2446397.2881______________________________
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281 <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>
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282 John Silverman: I love it! Did you have to stop there? I am reminded of
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283 Oliver Twist: "Could I have some more?" Please!!!
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284 NET, Underground, et al: Enjoying youse guys too...
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285 Destroyer: ... and you.
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286 PELL-MELL travelers: What's happened to you? Need we send a search party?
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287
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288 If I missed anyone, I'm probably enjoying your stories too. Lots of good
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289 stuff on the board this month. Is it the weather?
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290 <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>...!psu-cs!nelsons<><><>
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291 XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
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292
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293 delete
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294 :::::::::::>::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
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295 piotr: yeah, if you put up an address or something, its guarenteed that you
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296 could get at least 100 people who value
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297 the American System and who will write, on this and other boards.....keep it up...
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298 jim price
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299 (icepick willie)
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300 SORRY TO DO THIS ON YOUR BOARD BUT I NEED A MODEM CHECK AS I AM TRYING TO INTEGRATE A NEW MODEM INTO MY SYSTEM AND NONE OF THE O301 THER BOARDS SEEM TO BE PUTTING UP WITH B.S. LIKE THIS
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302 ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ1234567890=
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303 abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz!@#$%^&*()+-/~
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304 []_?'"
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305 Why don't all of my characters echo on those expensive boards? Everything seems to work fine.
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306 Thank You very much.
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307 THE MODEM INTEGRATER!
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308
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309 ?????????????///////////////////////\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\??????????????
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310 ?????????????\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\//////////////////////////??????????????
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311 #$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$#
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312 Another day at NET World Headquarters saw Farley looking glumly at a huge
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313 stack of reports, folders, and assorted junk mail that lay upon his desk.
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314 For the seventeenth time he took up a clean report sheet, wrote on it for
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315 several minutes, looked at it in disgust, crumpled it up, and deposited it in
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316 the nearest wastebasket. He sighed again, and reflected a moment on the
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317 lack of paperwork he had had to do when he was on his own.
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318 Thinking in this way brought, as it always did, back memories of his days with
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319 Fred. If only... no, better not to think about that, he decided. Back to
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320 work, such as it was.
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321 At that moment, a large yellow envelope was plopped on top of the stack by
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322 Jan Kendall, the senior secretary for the section of which Farley was a part.
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323 "Important document for you, Eugene. Ian wants you to read it immediately."
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324 Farley nodded. Jan sensed his mood and hesitated a bit. "Want to talk?"
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325 Farley looked up, shook his head slightly. "No, not really. Thanks for
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326 asking, though. Tell Ian I'll get to it right now." As he said that, he
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327 reached for the envelope and tore it open. Jan left.
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328 It read:
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329 "Farley,
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330 AL'homme and Fellows are on special assignment. Your next field assignment
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331 will be with them, so you'll be on leave after you finish that paperwork.
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332 Let it never be said I am a slavedriver. Enjoy Thanksgiving.
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333 Ian"
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334 #$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$# Farley #$##$# 12:33am Thanksgiving 85
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335 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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336 #$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$
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337 World War III. And three friends, taking what they thought was a
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338 survivalist's vacation, suddenly find themselves in a survivalist's nightmare.
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339 Civilization has dissappeared, and all they have left is each other.
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340 It's not enough.
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341
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342 Project Rubicon Presents:
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343
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344 FREEHOLD
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345 by John Silverman
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346
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347 A tale of the end of the world and what happens next.
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348 Running now on:
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349
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350 Project Rubicon
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351 (657-9108)
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352 Board #3 (Rubicon Artists)
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353
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354 CALL NOW!
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355 #$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$
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356
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357 ............. ............. ............. .............
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358 A walk in the stark cold air revitalizes a small sense of deter-
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359 mination. Unconsciously you are prodded to get to where you should be.
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360 I should have been back at the Center quite some time ago. They shall
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361 not miss me. Nor shall I miss their atempts to put straight the befuddled
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362 notions within me. Doctors don't know everything.
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363 In the time that has passed since I was fluent at traversing
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364 these horrid streets many things have been altered. Half the buildings in
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365 the downtown area are definitely new or different. A few of the old con-
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366 tacts might still be out there, several won't. Driving here is a night-
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367 mare. All these orange buses in the way and the torn-up roads are far
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368 from tollerable. Orange? what ever happened to the blue and the red?
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369 Maybe, if I'm extremely in God's good graces I might be able to
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370 visit one specific person before my time runs out... Why do I feel that
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371 the hours remaining are numbered? Always limitations.
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372 Well, I think this delapedated office building out to be the
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373 right one if I'm not mistaken. I drop an old knickel in the meter and
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374 head for the entrance. This won't be easy.
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375 ............. ............. ............. .............
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376
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377 ch /delapedated/diplaidated/ /out to be/ought to be/ etc.
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378 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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379 (lost in the Pell-Mell)
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380 The doggie story reminds me of an experience I had many years ago in Eugene.
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381 A young boy was attempting to give away a box of puppies on a street corner.
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382 He was DETERMINED that I needed one -- that kid was destined to become a
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383 salesman. At his insistence, I inspected one of the little wigglers. It was
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384 warm, fat, and soft. Perhaps it was cruel, but when I handed it back, his
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385 determination was replaced with horror.
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386 "No thanks, I'm a vegetarian."
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387 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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388 That's a laugher. You got me p-p.
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389
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390 ++++++++++++++++++one who doesn'tlaugh easily++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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391 And happy Thanksgiving! And it seems to me that (although I'll be in town) out
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392 of courtesy to those friends of ours on this BBS that a short moratorium (how
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393 the hell do you spell THAt one?) on
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394 long stories would be appreciated by those who are away. Just a thought, in
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395 a world full of thoughts, in a universe undefined.
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396
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397 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++me++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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398 +_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_
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399
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400 Two notes: (1) I'm testing y father's VIC20 and boy is it a piece of sh--.
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401 About 22 chars. across here, how can anyone read thesethings? Also,
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402 why in heck do people log on and leave just a stupid boarder?
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403 I wrote the above, logged on about a half hour later, and some
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404 dope put that other stupid boarder there.
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405 I vote for less boarders and more writing, keep 'em at a minimum,
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406 MINIMUMMINIMUMMINIMUMMINIMUMMINIMUM
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407 Oh boy, are we in for it now! The latest issue of Variations has an article
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408 on a Gay BBS.....
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409 .!. .!. .!. .!. .!. .!. .!. .!. .!. .!. .!. .!. .!. .!. .!. .!. .!. .!. .!.
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410
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411
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412 """"""""""""""""""Now activating Alpha Dawn directive program... SOLI...
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413
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414
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415
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416 end
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417 TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
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418 ...BELOW SOMEONE ELSE - AND IN GOOD ORGANIZATIONS THEY AREN'T
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419
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420 Fellows continued to read in amazement. The packet, now open, read like
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421 a cornucopia of reorganization and redistribution. Ian and The Committee had
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422 certainly earned their pay when they put this whole plan together. Not a
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423 single department was above the sweeping hand of change. Field agents, always
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424 the most elite in the organization, would be subject to the least variation in
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425 their current procedures, but even there change was in the offing.
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426 NET agent Fellows continued to burn the midnight oil and finished the
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427 packet just before dawn. A note at the end of the packet from Ian bore mute
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428 testimony to the seriousness the head of NET was taking this whole process.
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429
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430 YOU WILL BE EXPECTED IN MY OFFICE AT 11:30AM TOMORROW FOR A
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431 25 MINUTE BRIEFING. DURING THIS PERIOD YOU WILL BE GIVEN A
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432 CHANCE TO COMMENT ON THE CONTENTS AND RAMIFICATIONS OF THIS
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433 ORGANIZATIONAL REORDERING. AT THE END OF THE BRIEFING, YOU
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434 ARE TO MEET WITH AGENT PARITY ON LEVEL 7 AND PROCEED TO 13
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435 WHERE YOU WILL WAIT FOR FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS.
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436
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437 With the terse note still heavily on his mind, Fellows attempted to get
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438 some sleep before reporting to headquarters. Instead of finding restful sleep,
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439 Fellows found his bed filled with nightmares.
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440
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441 TTTTTTT
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442
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443 Dr. Macrobius' intense paperwork was disturbed by a pounding on his door.
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444 Glancing at his wall clock, he noticed that it was only 7:30AM, over an hour
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445 before most of the employees in the building he worked at arrived. As NET's
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446 premier psycho-analyst he was used to such interruptions, but not so early
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447 in the morning. Dr. Macrobius switched his door unlocked, and with another
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448 flick of a switch, the door opened.
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449 Macrobius recognized Fellows immediately. He had always thought him a
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450 very stable agent. He attributed this level-headedness to Fellows' ability
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451 to use humor in any situation. It was obvious humor was the last thing on
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452 Fellows' mind at the moment.
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453 "Please come in Fellows. Sit down and make yourself comfortable. What
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454 can I do for you?"
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455 "Doctor, I need help. I had a dream last night. Actually a nightmare. More
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456 vivid than anything else I have ever dreamt before. Can you help me?"
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457 Fellows pleading face made Macrobius pause for just a moment. He was
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458 not used to such vulnerable exhibitions of emotions from seasoned NET agents.
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459 "Yes, of course. Now tell me Fellows, what was your dream about?"
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460 TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT FELLOWS TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
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461
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462 Note to voyeur: Any chance of seeing another familiar face during this new
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463 episode of activity?
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464 Farley: Glad to see you back. Fellows.
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465 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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466 Ripple? Where be those hoven beasts of yore?
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467
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468 :::::::::::O O:::::::12:58::::::::::::::::::::::::11/28:::::::O O::::::::::::::
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469 Fellows: Work is settling down, the great Conversion that has been the
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470 Company Goal for the last 2-3 years is a fait accompli, so I've
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471 got the time. The energy? The motivation? And then, of course,
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472 I don't have the faintest idea what the developing story is all about.
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473 ::::::::::::::::O O:::::::::::::voyeur:::::::::::::::::::O O:::::::::::::::::::
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474 Entyre/Acey IIc/Linus Feed
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475 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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476 ***************************************************************************
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477 L'HOMME: YES, USD WILL BE OPEN FRIDAY AS USUAL.
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478 *************************** CISTOP MIKEY *******************************
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479 aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
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480 Hours later it moved again, now a pulsing deep red. Transformed into a different shape
|
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481 it now looked somewhat like a two foot tall octopus out of water. A large bulbous head
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482 with one pefectly round eye, with two bright green pupils. Saliva dripped menacingly from
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483 it
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484 s large fangs surrounded by pink, almost human lips.13 tentecles, with small 3 fingered
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485 talons moved constantly, searching, grasping.
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486
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487 It inched across to the edge of the table and clawed its way to the floor.
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488 once down it moved towards the door. and then to the world.
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489
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490 a recent article..............
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491 investigators are puzzled over the death of a new york man. Errol mosbourne was found
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492 dead in his home, every nerve, including his brain was missing from his body.
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493 He was a research specialist at the New York institute for the study of the mind.........
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494 aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa constable (somewhat choppy) aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
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495 <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
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496 Icepick and all: If you are interested in supporting the local PIRG on this measured
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497 service thing, get in contact with me on either the !Q or CBBS/Aloha. The numbers of
|
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498 which are respectively 771-xxxx and 649-xxxx. Leave a message for Scott Wirth. I'll
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499 get you information as soon as possible. Hopefully, someone will call me this weekend
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500 concerning getting the modemers in on this thing. Otherwise, I'll try and go to a meeting
|
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501 of OSPIRG pretty soon. Somehow or another, I will get better information out to those peo
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502 ple who contact me. Thank You.
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503 Piotr......the heathen
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504 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
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505 <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>
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506 Gosh, all this space... Where is PAM when we need her most?
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507 <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>
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508 -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+-
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509 Where indeed. I think it's South America if I'm not mistaken.
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510 -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+-
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511 <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>
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512 South America? I don't think rowan will grow in South America; I can't
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513 imagine PAM would travel where the rowan does not grow...
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514 <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>
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515 ]
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