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1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask....
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2 ************************ INSTALLED: 11 NOV 86 ************************
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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 thepright 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 i am at the top. hip hip hooray!!!! it's not often this happens, tis a time
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21 to celebrate. i am quite enthused. this has made my whole day. now i can be
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22 happy. i was getting rather blue until now!!
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23
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24 vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv
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25 +++++++++ first, now second... Milch ++++++++++ November 12, 1986 at 12:15am
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26 o\=<([v2v])>=/o
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27 WHO CARES?
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28 . . . .
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29
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30
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31
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32 PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE
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33
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34 Prague
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35 February 6
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36
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37 "Let me see your papers,"
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38 "Of course,"
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39
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40 Lipton spoke with the accent and disposition of a Canadian. With a deliberate
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41 trace of French pronunciation in each of his words. If it were another
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42 European nation, he would almost surely have been taken as a tourist from
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43 France. Not so. These were Warsaw Pact soldiers. Part of a single Iron State
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44 for over four decades. So, not used to listening to accents in the style of
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45 Quebec.
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46
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47 He handed his slips of paper over to the guards.
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48 While he waited for the lieutenant in the gray uniform to inspect the papers,
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49 he observed the red epaulets, and the details of the rifles. Each soldiers
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50 breath matched the static pattern on their overcoats. Each of their feet were
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51 restless and their hands were rubbed together in a vain attempt to change the
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52 Winter on the stone paved streets of Prague.
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53
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54 White knuckles on the hands that held the papers up for inspection showed that
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55 the cold was effecting them. Duty required that he see these. Desire to
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56 perform that duty kept the hands out in the Winter winds.
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57
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58 "In order. Stay off the streets tonight sir, it is too cold,"
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59 Words spilled out from the rattling teeth of the lieutenant. His humor was
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60 appreciated by Lipton, who gathered up his nerve and laughed with the soldiers
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61 at the irony of the joke. Martial law had been in effect in Prague since the
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62 Finnish Incursion.
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63
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64 Eventually he walked off into the night. Leaving the soldiers at a burning
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65 stack of wood and newspapers in drum. That night, Lipton saw to the renting of
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66 an office in the upper stories of a deserted warehouse. Near the Secretariat
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67 building and his flat. It was a month and a large number of empty days and
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68 nights before his training would be used.
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69
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70 PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE
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71
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72 HOW CLEVER!
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73 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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74
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75 Turing Test Number 2 (words: Bob Kanefsky, music: "Lola" by the Kinks)
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76 I met her playing chess at the AI lab,
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77 Where the corn chips taste like they're circuits dipped in Mazola.
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78 And foo bar bazola.
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79 She sent me some MAIL, and she asked me to TALK.
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80 I asked her her name and in a dark brown she typed "Mola".
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81 Ey-el-ey-en-ola. AI Motorola.
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82
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83 Well, I'm not the world's most intelligent guy,
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84 But she beat me at chess without seeming to try.
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85 Oh, my Mola. AI Motorola.
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86 Well, I'm not dumb, but I just don't know
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87 Why she typed so fast and she thought so slow.
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88 Oh, my Mola. AI Motorola. AI Motorola.
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89
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90 Well, we ate corn chips and stayed up late,
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91 Locked in electric tete-a-tete.
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92 She talked of love and wrote some poetry,
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93 And said, "Dear boy, won't you come visit me?"
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94 Well, I'm not the world's most passionate guy,
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95 But when I read her poems, I completely fell for my Mola,
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96 AI Motorola. AI Motorola.
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97 Mola! AI Motorola. AI Motorola.
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98
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99 I walked to her room.
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100 I opened the door.
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101 I fell to the floor.
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102 I climbed up the ramp.
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103 And I blinked at her and she at me.
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104
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105 And that's the way that I want it to stay,
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106 And I always want it to be that way for my Mola.
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107 AI Motorola.
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108 Real will be fake, and fake will be real;
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109 It's a mixed up, muddled up, shook up field, except for Mola.
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110 AI Motorola.
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111
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112 Well, I left home just a week before,
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113 And I never ever wrote a program before.
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114 But Mola winked and took me by surprise
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115 And said "Dear boy, you should see your eyes!"
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116 Well, I'm not far down the hacker's road
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117 But Im stuck in the mode, and I'm proud of my code.
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118 And so is Mola.
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119 AI Motorola. AI Motorola.
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120 Mola! AI Motorola. AI Motorola.
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121 Mola! AI Motorola. AI Motorola.
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122 Mola! AI Motorola. AI Motorola.
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123 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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124 Hmmm, still a bit rough there, thought Bard. He was about to run
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125 through it again when the autopilot beeped.
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126 At last! Inisfall...
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127 later...
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128 He watched the rock face slide back into place over the cave entrance
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129 before starting down the trail to the Inn. He'd be there in a couple of
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130 hours.
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131 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~BARD~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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132 HOW DO YOU WORK THO~IS?
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133
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134 ____11/12/86__________________JD 2446747.6652_________19:57:59_PST_________
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135 abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyzabcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyzabcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxy
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136 -IV-
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137
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138 Sister marianne looked through the observation window down upon the child.
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139 After she had realized he was still alive, she sped him to the nearest hospital
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140 Now it looked as if the child would survive with no permanant damage.
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141
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142 The doctor appeared beside her.
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143 "since there are no parents, I suggest you take custody of the boy. I
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144 believe your church has an adoption program, does it not??" he asked.
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145 "yes" she replied "that is what I will do. This child has suffered to
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146 much"
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147
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148 during the next two weeks the baby recieved more attention than it had
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149 known. Food, warmth and a loving pair of hands. The child was given a name
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150 which was, Tobias, and was also given a birth certificate(of unknown parents)
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151 He was entered in the churches adoption program so some lucky infertile
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152 couple could have a child.
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153 A demon child.......
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154
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155 zach
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156
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157 abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyzabcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyzabcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwx
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158 Jesus Christ...I hope he isn't that bastard LeRoy McKane!
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159 ---------------------------------------------------------
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160 Anyone want to buy a Bolo ? Hardly used. Only used by a little known
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161 dictator on his way to Sunday floggings. Low mailes and in immaculate conception
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162 conception.
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163 kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk
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164 My head twirled in a flurry of colors, and pain swept through my entire body.
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165 I conjured up a sword an impaled myself, my heart still beat.
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166 I made a razor and slit my wrists, I did not bleed.
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167 I created a gun and blew my brains out, I kept thinking.
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168 Forgive me lucifer, for I cannot die.
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169 kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk
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170 o\=<([v2v])>=/o
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171 .pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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172 Something about a path calls to us, says in a language deeper than words,
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173 "Come, travel me. Together we shall wend into unknown byways, explore
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174 the delights that lie just beyond your eyesight. Come." The path at the
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175 piper's feet called and something deep within him answered, as always,
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176 "I am coming."
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177 For the first mile or so, he gave himself up to the sheer joy of walking
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178 over unknown |errain. The path wound up the small, treeless hill, turning
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179 between stones and bushes through air spiced with the summer greeness that
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180 the sun distills into a quiet afternoon. He spared little attention to
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181 the vista surrounding him, noticing only as he crested the small hill and
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182 began to descend into the succeeding valley that he seemed to be walking
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183 across a vast moor. The vegitation had a familiar look to it, the soothing
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184 feel of something that fit, something that did not attract your attention.
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185 The path was smooth, ghanging from earth to fine gravel and sometimes
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186 sand as he walked along. It seemed to be well maintained, for he never
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187 threatened to turn his foot on a rock or twist his ankle in a washed
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188 portion of the path. He had fallen into the rythm of a long-distance
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189 walker, his muscles warm, relaxing fully when not exerting force, feeling
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190 as though the surrounding country were drawing him into it through a
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191 psychic peristaltic action, absorbing him into its very structure.
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192 After some hours (or at least it seemed like hours -- time seemed
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193 somehow suspended in this place) his trained eyes began to look for a
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194 campsite. After rejecting several, he found himself in a wmall valley.
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195 Near, but not to near, a small stream he found shelter on ground that
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196 would not be transformed into a creek by the runoff of an unexpected
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197 storm. Sheltered from night breezes, firewood from the scrub brush all
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198 around, it seemed near perfect.
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199 Setting up his camp was easy. WIth no equipment, only gathering
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200 firewood and preparing a fireplace is necessary. From his sporran, he
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201 took out dried meat and bread and made a scanty meal washed down with
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202 water from the nearby brook. Then, wrapped in his plaid, he kindled a
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203 small fire, more for symbol than warmth, and leaned back against a uder
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204 still warm from the sun.
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205 He was nearly ready to fall asleep when a small rustle in the underbrush
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206 brough him back to alertness. It was the sound of something small, not
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207 the crushing sound of a large animal, but the more sibilant rustle of a
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208 small creature. Twilight had deepened into night when into the circle of
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209 firelight came a small cat pulling what seemed to be an enourmous white
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210 feather.
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211 .pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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212 o\=<([v2v])>=/o
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213 chuckle.... chuckle.......chuckle ....
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214 WHO CARES?
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215 ____11/13/86__________________JD 2446748.6128_________18:42:29_PST_________
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216
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217 meow
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218
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219 RAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE
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220
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221 Prague
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222 March 21
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223
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224 "Chairman, it is about a Canadian,"
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225 Sokorsky spent his time dealing with foreigners. Not as a diplomat, or a
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226 pilot, or even as a steward. As the Minister of Domestic Security. A job that
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227 required that he deal with foreigners without their knowing of his
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228 involvement. Policing their activities with thorough inspection and deliberate
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229 disregard for their privacy.
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230
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231 In Prague and at that time of year, he got enough practice to become nearly
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232 perfect at his job. Warsaw Pact armies were practicing their ability to
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233 penetrate the national defenses of a European nation should war ever come. It
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234 was his primary duty to prevent foreign spies from learning about the event.
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235
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236 Any more learning than they would with the services of reconnaissance flights
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237 or orbital cameras. Which would be little, since the manoeuvres were taking
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238 place under cover of rainy nights, and dense treetops.
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239
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240 "What about this Canadian?"
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241 "He is a doctor. One who studies insects, butterflies in particular. His
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242 letters talk of his recent trips into the forests. If his story is to be
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243 believed, they are a great profit to his knowledge of our forests insect life.
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244 I doubt him though,"
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245
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246 "Why? Is he photographing the manoeuvres?"
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247 "No, he does not. Not photographs. He only catches butterflies and puts them
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248 to death inside a jar. After he catches three or four, he takes them to his
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249 office and sketches them on paper,"
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250
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251 "How did you learn this?"
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252 "I have had units from the manoeuvres watch him on their way to other
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253 positions. He is never is the wrong places. He never watches the wrong things.
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254 From searching his office and flat, we have found that he keeps no records or
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255 even a radio,"
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256
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257 "So, why is he a spy?"
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258 "It is an impression I have of him, sir. He is perfect. It is as though it was
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259 all a pretense,"
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260
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261 "Have him watched, as I am sure you are, Sokorsky. You are doing a fine job.
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262 Is that all for this meeting?"
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263 The Ministers all nodded and gathered together their papers. The meeting was
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264 closed with the strike of a gavel. And Sokorsky was left to his own
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265 suspicions and a distressing lack of proof against Lipton.
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266
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267 PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE PRAGUE
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268
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269 .pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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270 The piper felt a shock stiffen his body. That feather! Nearly three
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271 feet long, gleaming white, with several long hairs growing out of the
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272 quill -- no! He moved swiftly, snatching the feather from the small cat,
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273 holding it to his nose, inhaling the half-forgotten scent -- sweet
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274 grasses, blue summer skies, and a faint hint of a passing thunderstorm.
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275 Tears filled his eyes and the pain of a half-forgotten loss beat him to
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276 his knees clutching the single feather to his chest. Some wounds heal.
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277 Some wounds never heal, they simply loose their immediate signifigance,
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278 hidden behind recent experience, blurred by the pass of time, waiting with
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279 all their malevolence to cripple one who has tried to ignore their
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280 existence. The piper felt a tearing, as though an emotional scab had
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281 been torn from a wound that had finally began to heal.
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282 How long he spent on his knees, he did not know. He looked around
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283 himself at last -- no longer along the banks of a small stream, he was
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284 back in the somber forest clearing looking at the scarce disturbed ashes
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285 of his long dead campfire. There was no sign of the glowing sphere in the
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286 sparse light of the cold pre-dawn morning. Light mists moistened his
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287 cheeks diluting the salt that was there. He shook his head, denying the
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288 pain he still felt. Peg was gone. It was over. Finished. Somehow the
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289 night's experience must be forgotten.
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290 He moved stiffly to the ashes of the fire. There could be a lingering
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291 coal that could be coaxed into warmth -- there! A few twigs, a bit of dry
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292 moss, then a small flame began to lighten the cold pre-dawn clearing and
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293 warm numb fingers. He was crouched near the fire when, with a slight mew,
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294 the small cat stalked into the circle of firelight. Unafraid, as though
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295 greeting an old friend, the small cat walked directly to the piper, placed
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296 her front paws on his leg, looked up at him an meowed demandingly.
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297 Nonplussed, the piper stared back into her eyes. She must be young --
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298 perhaps six months old, for the gold of her eyes still held some of the
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299 blue haze of kittenhood. Her smooth, tawny coat was unmarked, glowing with
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300 a rich red undercolor, its brown shading nearly to black along her back
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301 and tail. The small cat nuzzled his hand an impatiently mewed again,
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302 searching, as though for the feather he had taken from her.
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303 .pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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304
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305 /\ See these eyes so green? /\
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306 < > < >
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307 \/ I can stare for a thousand years. \/
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308
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309 ____11/14/86__________________JD 2446749.6661_________19:59:14_PST_________
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310 Lament of the Hawk (words:Joanne Baasch, Music:Nina Pantazia)
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311
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312 Am C
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313 I see you there, resting so peacefully,
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314 G Am
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315 Then in a heartbeat you're gone.
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316 C
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317 The clothes that you wore, still warm at first touch,
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318 Dm Am
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319 Surround me, not you 'til the dawn.
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320 Dm Am
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321 Moonlight casts shadows where you once walked,
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322 Dm Am
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323 The unfeeling stars whell and burn.
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324 Dm Am
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325 I cry in the night against our twisted fate--
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326 C G
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327 I pray someday hope will return.
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328
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329 Chorus:
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330 Dm G Am
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331 There is nothing to touch but cold steel,
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332 Dm G Am
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333 There is no joy left for us to feel.
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334 F C Dm
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335 Condemned to this half-life we wait,
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336 Am E Am
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337 For the hawk with the wolf cannot mate.
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338
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339 Dm Am
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340 I shed bitter tears every morning
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341 Dm Am
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342 Before dawnlit flight sets me free.
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343 Dm Am
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344 Just a glimpse of your face, no touch of your hand
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345 C G
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346 And my bird form forgets all I'd be.
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347 Dm Am
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348 Your dreams are of vengeance and bloodshed;
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349 Dm Am
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350 You can't bear the torment day brings.
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351 Dm Am
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352 Just remember with each sorrowful parting.
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353 C G
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354 I stroke you, not the wind, with my wings.
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355
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356 CHORUS
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357
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358 Dm Am
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359 Cruel moon and sun in the heavens,
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360 Dm Am
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361 All hope of the future dispersed,
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362 Dm Am
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363 Trapping you to the earth and me in the air--
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364 C G
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365 It's the Bishop's embrace and his curse.
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366 Dm Am
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367 Will we be forever and always
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368 Dm Am
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369 Ladyhawke and wolfing of night?
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370 Dm Am
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371 A heartbeat from heartache, a lifetime from peace,
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372 C G
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373 Will darkness triumph over light?
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374 Dm Am
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375 Perhaps someday beyond hope and fears
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376 Dm Am
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377 We can find a way past all our tears.
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378 Dm Am
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379 Together we'll touch hand to hand,
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380 C G
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381 I as a woman and you as a man.
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382
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383 CHORUS
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384
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385 Dm G Am
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386 So I soar with the wind as I must,
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387 Dm G Am
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388 For I can't bear the other's dark lust.
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389 F C Dm
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390 Still my soul with you prowls as you run
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391 Am E Am
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392 'Til my heart turns away with the sun.
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393 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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394 Let me know if the chords are of any help. If they are I'll add them
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395 occasionally in the future.
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396 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~BARD~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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397 abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyzabcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyzabcdefghijklmnopqrstuv
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398 -V-
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399
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400 "oh isn't he darling, honey??" exclaimed Mrs. Hemmington to her husband.
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401 "yes, he's perfect, It's a big decision, but I think we should do it!" agreed Peter hemmington.
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402 Mr. and Mrs. Peter Hemmington adopted the child and christened him Tobias john Hemmington. The newlyweds from the rich
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403 sector of new york suburbs drove home with their new son and a smile on their
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404 faces.
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405 Tobias Hemmington grew up in the lavish 3-story house of the Hemmingtons. He was spoiled and indulged, a brat of a kid!
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406 However he was quite exiting to have around an otherwise boring household.
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407
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408 "mom" Tobias yelled down from his room.
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409 "Yes Toby" Mrs. Hemmington answered in her best "caring mother voice.
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410 "Im not going to school today. I feel sick."
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411 "OK, honey, Im going to work now, you get plenty of rest."
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412 That's how it had always been, a domineering son, a weak mother and a father that avoided them both. Only two things
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413 seemed unusual about Tobias until his fifteenth birthday, these were his attraction towards violence and rebellion, and his
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414 liking for the taste of blood. On his fifteenth birthday, a year ago, he had a dream, or rather , a nightmare................
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415
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416 zachariah
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417
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418 aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaabbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbccccccccccccccccccdddddddddddddddeeeeeeeee
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419 .-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.EmuLurk
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420 $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
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421 DIS TA DA BARD-
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422 YOUSE GOTTA OK IDEAR DERE BUD AH
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423 HARTLY EBBER RED DA BBS WILE AHM
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424 PLAIN MA GITAR. DUZ ANNYBUDY? JUS
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425 ASKIN ND NOD FER A FITE . FINGERS
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426 4444$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
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427
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428
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429 ?
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430 $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
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431 I DUNT KNOWS BOUT YOUSE, BUT I DUNT
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432 PLAYS THE GITAR WHILES I RED DA BBS.
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433 FINGERS: YOUSE GOT THE LOOTS YET?
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434 I TOCKED TOO ERNIE AND HE SAYS THUT HE
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435 LOST DA COPPERS. LETS SET UP DA MEET
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436 TO SPLITZ DA LOOT, OK? VINNY
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437 $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
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439
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440 somethin':
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441
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442 challah bread. good for you. challah bread. from the zoo.
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443
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444 i seem to see a big green spot
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445 right behind your ear.
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446 and its reflecting all the light
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447 thats comin' from the rear.
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448
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449 and now the pillsbury doughboy will play the viola.
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450 he shall do "the history of gauze" in F minor.
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451
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452 oh.
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453
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454 there is not here , forthwith. thus this.
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455 hello , comma , pause , comma , period.
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456
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457 -wax
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458
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460 ____11/15/86__________________JD 2446750.6682_________20:02:14_PST_________
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461 My word! There are some wordy people on this system. Is this a writer's exchange or just a type written version of CB chane
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462 l four? STORMCROW.
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463
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464
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465
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466 Normally as I travel the wides and narrows of this world, I follow as the crow
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467 flied. STORMCROW, in your case I will make one very large exception.
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468 - the traveller
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469
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470 PsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSi
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471
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472 He was sure he heard it this time. But so faint. Was it only in his mind?
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473 Yes. There it was again. Music. Melody unlike anything heard at the Inn for a
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474 long time. A chorus. Rousing, uplifting. Songs of distant places and other
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475 people. Harmony. Cragmore's fingers tapped on the hard wood table. Rhythm. He
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476 knew the song. As his memory of the song grew, his tapping began to match the
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477 rhythm in his mind, instead of following. Cragmore knew of only one person
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478 in all the realities who could play music on both physical and spiritual
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479 planes. Bard was close!
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480 Cragmore pushed back his hand-carved wooden chair and stood. Dizziness
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481 flooded his head and he wavered. Inactivity and drink had taken their toll
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482 on the psionic-specialist. He steadied himself against the table. His head
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483 cleared. The music in his mind grew. A quick psi-cleanse and Cragmore felt
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484 ready. He strode to the oaken door of the Inn, preparing to meet his friend.
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485
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486 PsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsPsIpSi CRAGMORE PsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSi
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487
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488 I'm interested in picking up interesting programs for IBM
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489 compatable computers. I like to talk to any interested hackers
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490 who can help me with my lust for acquiring software. Please help the
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491 poor broke software fiend!! Let's talk about it over the phone,
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492 my number is 224-0150 and my name is WOLFGANG......Remember as Kipling
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493 once wrote "Four things greater than all else Women and Horses and
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494 Power and War.
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495
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496 ============================================================================
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497
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498 I am glad to see that Backwater is in as good a form as ever after a couple
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499 years absence. Piper, Bard, Milchar, all of you seem to be here. I will have
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500 to check in a couple more times before I must go again. At least the Air Focerce
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501 had the decency to assign me just outside of Cambridge, England.
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502
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503 ====================================================Evan (or The Traveller )==
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504 PS- I see that someone else has begun using the same name, use it well.
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505 ===============================================================================
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506 PPS- Mike, enter only does get rather annoying! Not being able to fix one's
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507 own mistakes is a problem.
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508 ==========
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509 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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510 Traveller (Evan): Welcome back.
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511 ++++++++++++
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512 "Now that you've persuaded me to come here, Milchar, what are we going to do
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513 now?" inquired the gnome.
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514 "Patience. A lesson in patience is always well worth the effort; pity you
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515 seem to have avoided it during your studies. No matter. You won't have long
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516 to wait, Grann. I'm looking for a familiar face, someone to exchange stories
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517 with. And who knows? Maybe get together and play starring roles in a new
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518 saga. Have I not told you, Grann? Things *happen* here in Innisfall."
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519 "Knock off the 'venerable wizard' talk- it doesn't become you. Do you see
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520 anyone you know?"
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521 "Quiet, apprentice, or it's one thousand times 'I will not sass my master' on
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522 the blackboard in Sanskrit. And no, no one yet."
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523 The conversation continued approximately in this manner for some time; Milchar
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524 sat with the gnome at his favorite corner table in the commons area of the Inn.
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525 The babble of voices was steady, with a brief burst of laughter punctuating
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526 the noise. Cragmore appeared from the stairs leading to the private rooms
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527 above, only to disappear through the front door before Milchar could hail him.
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528 "Well, Grann, demonstrate your newest lesson. Search for psi-powers,
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529 impressions, and auras. Tell me what you sense."
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530 Grann closed his eyes (not entirely necessary, but it aided his concentration)
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531 and probed the surroundings briefly. As a check, Milchar also extended his
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532 awareness to what he believed Grann could manage. Unlike Grann, he did this
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533 with eyes open, still scanning the room, and while quaffing a bit more of the
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534 Inn's fine ale. After all, he had had several decades more practice.
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535 "The man who just exited from the front door I sense. Your probe, too. Uh,
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536 lots of impressions here, I can't sort them out. And... that's funny. A
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537 wierd aura outside, somewhere."
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538 Milchar grew interested. "Direction?"
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539 "South and east."
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540 A much more intense probe now, streching out to encompass its target, enfolding
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541 it, feeling it. And withdrawn as quickly as it began.
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542 "That is the micro-pile of a technological ship. Who...?"
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543 "You're asking me? I don't know nothing, I'm just the apprentice here."
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544 "...one person I know of that comes from a technologically advanced planar
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545 stratum, and visits here regularly- discounting the Doctor, of course, as
|
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546 Timelords don't use micro-piles: Bard is here. Should we go to...nope,
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547 Cragmore probably has gone to do just that. Find something to amuse yourself
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548 for awhile, Grann- I'll wait here so I can speak with some old friends."
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549 +++++++++++++++ Milchar ++++++++++++ November 16, 1986 at 2:27am +++++++++++++
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550 o\=<([v2v])>=/o
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551 WHO CARES?
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552 And then depression set in.
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553 CHOOSE LIFE!
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554
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555 keeper OF SOULS
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556
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557 -----------------------------------------------------------------
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558 Oh death, sweet death, relieve me of this burden I can no longer
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559 bear. Take me into your arms, I willingly go. In my youth I
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560 wished to live forever, never to face the certainty of mortality.
|
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561 But now in these later years of my life I find no reason to fear
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562 that which must come. So why not take me now? Spare me the
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563 agony of what is left of this life. Spare those around me of my
|
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564 pain. Take me while I have the dignity to stand on my own. Let
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565 me be remembered in my strength, not in my weakness. Those I
|
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566 knew have left one by one. There is little left to enjoy. No
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567 comrades to call, no friends to see. Days spent staring out the
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568 window, thinking of times past. All that I was, all that I
|
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569 wanted to be. Now I sit and watch life go on without me. The
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570 world goes on without me. So take me sweet death, take me
|
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571 quickly. Let me not suffer those long painful years. Let me not
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572 ruin the lifes of those who must care. Leave me my dignity it is
|
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573 all I have left. Take me quickly sweet death. - Anon -
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574 -----------------------------------------------------------------
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575 ____11/16/86__________________JD 2446751.6924_________20:37:08_PST_________
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576 o\=<([v2v])>=/o
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577 WHO CARES
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578 Anon: OK, <poof>
|
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579 S. Death
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580
|
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581 "The cave. Remember your failure at the cave."
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582
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583
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584 UM...
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585
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586 BORDER:
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587 ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
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588
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589 A BRIEF COMMENTARY:
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590
|
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591 i am therefore i think.
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592
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593 oh.
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594
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595 judge rehnquist is a god.
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596 wayne newton has my phone number.
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597 don pardo does packs a mean gargle.
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598 packs a mean gargle.
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599 barry manilow is another god.
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600 zsa zsa gabor is a direct descendant of ludwig van beethoven.
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601 oh.
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