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1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask...
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2 ************************* INSTALLED: 27 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 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::::::11/27/86::::::the::top::::voyeur::::::12:58:::::O O::::::::::::
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21 ....athome....atwork....atplay....
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22 looking for entertainment
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23 looking to resolve this depression
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24 ....athome....atwork....atplay....
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25 ****************************************************************************
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26 so close, and yet so far.....
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27 ***********************************kathy
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28 XD[D[D[C[C********************************************D*********************
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29 repeat**************************************************kathyD*************
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30 off
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31 WHO CARES?
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32 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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33 Elf Glade (words & music: Meg Davis)
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34 Yes they're real. (No they can't be.)
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35 Yes they are, I've seen them walking
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36 Out beyond the wooded garden
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37 Thruough the town and thru the valleys
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38 Yes they're real. (No they can't be.)
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39 Yes they are, you are not hearing
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40 For I say I've seen them drinking
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41 In the tavern of the moon
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42 Steel and mail and gilded crossbow,
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43 Feather of the ancient windbird
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44 Wide as wonder, tall as starlight,
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45 Lords of earth and lords of fire,
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46 Life the love that they desire,
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47 Lords of earth and lords of fire,
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48 Life the love that they desire....
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49
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50 Yes they're real. (No they can't be.)
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51 Come with me and see what might be.
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52 (I'm afraid) Oh you are childish,
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53 Nothing kills that does not know ye.
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54
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55 Come ye now. (No, I fear thee!)
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56 Did I say that I would lead thee?
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57 We have walked too far this night
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58 Out beyond the firelight!
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59 Come ye now. (No, I fear thee!)
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60 Come with me for I will take ye
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61 Dancing now with all my brothers
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62 I am real and like the others!
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63 Yes, they're real. (No, you told me.)
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64 Yes I said you should believe me
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65 Now we have you wrapped in darkness
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66 Now we keep you, never leaving
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67 Trade your life for not believing.....
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68 Steel and mail and gilded crossbow,
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69 Feather of the ancient windbird
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70 Wide as wonder, tall as starlight,
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71 Lords of earth and lords of fire,
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72 Life the love that they desire,
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73 Lords of earth and lords of fire,
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74 Life the love that they desire....
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75
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76 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~BARD~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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77 -------------------
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78 If you found my entry on drive B a bit hard to understand before, I have
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79 some good news for you: The errors have been found and corrected.
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80
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81 Max the Philosopher
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82 November 28, 1986
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83 -------------------
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84 BARD: IS THAT ENTRY JUST A TAD BIT SCHIZOPHRENIC OR IS IT JUST ME?
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85 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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86 The parts in () are done in a different voice....
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87 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~BARD~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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88 ____11/28/86__________________JD 2446763.6012_________18:25:49_PST_________
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89 O.K. Whovian types, GOOD NEWS!!!!!
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90 The newest Doctor, Colin Baker,
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91 adventures will be shown on Channel 10
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92 starting at 4pm November 29th.
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93 He is even more outrageous than
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94 Tom Baker, and a hell of a lot of
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95 fun to watch. Don't be put off by
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96 "The Twin Dilemma", the rest of the
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97 adventures are great, especially
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98 "The Two Doctors" where he is reunited
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99 with his second incarnation,Patrick
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100 Troughton!!!
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101 Watch these adventures and learn
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102 what true lack of taste in apparal
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103 REALLY means.
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104 The Doctor...
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105
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106
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107
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108
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109
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110 THORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHOR
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111 The God of Thunder says hello to a
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112 true friend once thought lost upon
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113 the termulator tides. To the
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114 "COOKIE CRUMBLER" THOR bids hello and
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115 welcome again to his terminal. It has
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116 been a long while since THOR has taken
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117 time to search at his favorite INN and
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118 to see the woman who gave so much
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119 pleasure and time to an old warrior is
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120 a wonderful sight indeed. Since THOR
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121 has been absent from the INN so long
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122 it would be presumptuous to linger for
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123 more than is necessary, but THOR would
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124 like to know from kathyd if any of the
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125 "Old Gang" are hanging out where THOR
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126 might visit a night or early morning
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127 to hear of great tales and stories as
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128 he has missed them sorely. If this
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129 message is read by the "COOKIE CRUMBLER"
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130 I hope she will answer soon. Again, it
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131 is a heart warming experience to once
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132 again see a familiar face upon my screen
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133 THORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHOR
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134 o\=<([v2v])>=/o
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135 THOR: Check out the Blue Parrot (253-1908). A lot of your old Tanis companions have migrated there. You'll find some
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136 damn good writing as well.
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137 o\=<([v2v])>=/o
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138 THOR thanks you very much, will do!!!
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139 o\=<([v2v])>=/o
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140 No prob.
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141 o\=<([v2v])>=/o
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142 WHO CARES?
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143 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][]
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144 "A good song, Bard.", I said from my corner. "Did it seem somewhat misty
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145 to me, or was I reading in my own past ?"
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146 "Never the less, I did enjoy it."
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147 I turned to my table companion, "You seem a little more firmed up, now.
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148 Was it the goodliness of the Benedictine Brothers ? Or mayhaps a little
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149 shot of that potent magic, 'Technology'." (The last I said while looking
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150 carefully at something called a 'Nuclear Magnetic Resonance Spectrometer',
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151 whatever that might have been.) "Tell me a tale of where you have been,
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152 and what has kept you from the Inn for so long a time. I myself have only
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153 recently returned from a far too healthy dose of reality."
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154 I settled back in my chair, took another sip of magical potion, and listened.
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155
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156 [][][][][][][][][][][][][] Friar [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][]
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157 A note from DJJ - Boy did Reagan blow it this time. It's enough to make me
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158 vote Democrat next time.
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159 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][]
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160
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161 ------------------------------ (read accompanied by jazz sax solo)
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162 The mirror is the height of a man. My father or a little smaller. And like
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163 it used to be with my father, I have to confront it every day. It stands next
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164 to my desk and when I'm frustrated, my reflection curses me.
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165
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166 I'm usually frustrated about a case. I handle a lot of cases, and I'm
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167 frustrated a lot.
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168
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169 Right now, I'm frustrated about a girl and her case. She appeared at my
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170 door last month. It was cold and dark. Winter was ending, and Spring's
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171 rainstorms were starting.
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172
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173 She shivered as she came through my door. I closed it behind her, and
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174 glanced into the outer office. My secretary wasn't there.
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175
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176 I came back in. Walked around my desk. I opened my desk drawer and brought
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177 out a blank file. I dropped it on the desk top and opened it. She was settling
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178 into her chair as I got a pen and sat down.
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179
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180 She smiled politely. She began to speak and choked on her words. She lost
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181 her composure then. Her eyebrows clenched together tightly, and she bit her
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182 lip. She regained her composure again and smiled politely.
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183 ------------------------------- (phj, a licensed personal investigator)
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184 HIDING PLACES ON A BUSINESSMAN
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185 Inside hat band / Between camera straps
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186 Pinned behind lapel of suit or overcoat / Inside pen
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187 Tucked behind cuff / Under bandaging / Inside sock
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188
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189 HIDING PLACES ON OBJECTS
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190 Inside newpapers / In umbrellas / Under the collar of a pet
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191 Under articifices such as benches or fountains
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192 In cracks in brick walls
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193
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194 Peregrin Peregrin Peregrin Peregrin Peregrin Peregrin Peregrin Peregrin
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195
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196 Sears trade center towers. Standing on an infirm base of a
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197 concrete block, it spires into the Chicago skyline. Creating a navigation
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198 problem for overpassing traffic. Solving the problem with the electrical
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199 aid of lights at the corners of the roof. Reflecting the lights of the
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200 Financial District below.
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201
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202 On the streets, men in suits dash for corporate offices. Parcels
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203 in their pockets, and folders in their briefcases plot the rise and fall
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204 of their profits. Shown on graphs looking like the skyline of the great
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205 city of Chicago itself. Each of them with enough information to topple an
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206 entire concern of a thousand investors.
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207
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208 In this world, the god is finance.
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209
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210 In among the hustle is a tall man with a loosened tie and thin
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211 rimmed glasses. He is paying a cabbie as we enter into the scene. We
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212 might notice but neither of them did, that he just accidentally passed a
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213 counterfeit ten spot. Pawns often do such things. Corporate pawns never
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214 notice.
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215
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216 He strolls to a garden slowly. Street traffic passes each other
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217 in an ever accelerating attempt to get there sooner. Suits and skirts
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218 pass into and out of doors within every second. Still, he simply wanders
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219 over to the place where he wants to sit and does. Adjusting his glasses,
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220 he pauses a moment to look at the parcel he carries.
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221
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222 It is a large cardboard box with the name of a corporation stamped
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223 on the side. A computer. A portable computer. It is the sort that acts
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224 as a book would. In and out of briefcases, with data and methods of
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225 showing it. Never needing to stop long enough to be set into a wall
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226 socket. He removes the computer from the box and sets it down.
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227
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228 After reading the manuals and pushing his glasses back along his
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229 nose, he places the batteries within it and turns it on. A serene display
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230 of silent letters and symbols appears on the screen. With every task the
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231 new owner gives it, they dance and skitter as if in a dance. Soon after
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232 one task is ordered, the lines halt their motions, and a tone erupts out
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233 of the computer for the first time.
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234
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235 We are listening to it dialing a telephone. Telephones are
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236 carried in briefcases, and carted around from place to place. To dial one
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237 of them, a person would simply need to pick up the receiver and tap a few
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238 keys. It is all the more complex for a computer. It pretends to be a
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239 part of the telephone and acts as if those keys had been tapped. Which
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240 produces the same result.
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241
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242 The phone is answered. Our slim friend listens to the computer as
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243 if it was the only noise in the garden. Waiting to hear if a person, or
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244 another computer has answered. Traffic noises, emergency sirens, and the
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245 din of so many hushed conversations are forgotten. The sound that comes
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246 across is a static tone. The twin computers speaking in a sort of Morse
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247 Code.
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248
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249 Our friend smiles.
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250
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251 Elsewhere, that same call has just arrived. Routine. This place
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252 gets many such calls. Day in, and day out. It is a room dedicated to the
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253 operation of a computer. Fans whir. Taking the heat from the active
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254 electronics and blowing it into a vent and away. Lights blip on and off,
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255 with each letter or symbol sent or received from this communications
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256 center.
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257
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258 A hunched over man appears from behind one of the lockers that
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259 holds parts of the computer. He is old. Perhaps seventy, most likely a
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260 decade older. His eyes seem to perceive each component around him. To
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261 understand them. To be able to use them best.
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262
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263 At the garden, our friend uses predetermined numbers. He learns
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264 the use of the computers the elder man fosters. The numbers allow him to
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265 read the stories, discussions, and debates which prosper in the revolution
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266 of the communications center. A revolution that might have changed
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267 Chicago, and the corporate world.
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268
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269 All of which is academic. Since as our friend lifts his eyes from
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270 the gray display of his portable computer, he finds himself in the
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271 fantastic world of one of those stories.
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272
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273 Peregrin Peregrin Peregrin Peregrin Peregrin Peregrin Peregrin Peregrin
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274
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275 </> <\> </> <\> </> <\> </> <\> </> <\> </> <\> </> <\> </> <\> </> <\> </>
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276 I am a pilot for a corporate executive. My name is Red. His name is Wesley.
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277 He doesn't fly many places, but about once a month, after he gets his pay
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278 check, we go out on a little mission of our own.
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279 He has a lot of money. And I'd say that check of his comes out to be about
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280 how much money the average white family makes in thirty years. He says he has
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281 this trick worked out where unions accept these huge pay reductions and he
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282 just gives himself bonuses in his paycheck that make up for it. Quite a man,
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283 mister Wesley.
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284 Anyway, he bought this custom helicopter from Bell Aerospace Group. It does
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285 enough to make a pilot piss on a high power line, but a lot of it is technical
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286 and I couldn't explain it to an audience like this. Who knows how many dregs
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287 of society and welfare recipients are reading this. All you need to know is
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288 that I can hover over an alley like a harvest moon. Aside from the controls,
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289 we have twin cannon mount on the nose of the aircraft, nine sleek heat seeking
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290 missiles tuned to body temperature, and a port for dropping three pointed
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291 stars on the ground to prevent our prey from running where we don't want them
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292 to run.
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293 See, we hunt down vagrants and the homeless.
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294 About the third of every month, we take off from the U. S. Bancorp tower
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295 heliport, and cross over to the east bank. We use a special arrangement of
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296 mufflers to keep anyone from reporting us to the FAA. Our blades are about the
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297 only thing you can hear as we hover over the river, and hell, they're fatal
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298 too.
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299 Balony Joe's is over on the east part of the Burnside bridge. A lot of
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300 alkies fester over there. The train tracks and embankments of the river make
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301 good places to isolate one of those useless bastards. Using infrared
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302 enhancement gear, I can project a picture of the son of a bitch on my helmet
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303 shield. Then the cannon can take care of them. Either that or a hand gun fired
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304 all sharpshooter like by Mister Wesley. Sometimes he likes that. One of them
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305 alkies just stumbles down on the wet asphalt and just can't get up, well he
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306 just goes over and blows them away. He said once that he was just trying to do
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307 his bit for natural selection.
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308 I sure respect Mister Wesley. He might be old, but at least he knows what's
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309 right. One time I remember real well, he was sure that one old alcoholic was
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310 trying to piss off the Steel Bridge. He got the hoods off the missile racks
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311 and put some explosive tipped shells in the magazines for the cannon. We were
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312 going to run him along the light rail route a while until he nearly escaped
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313 into the tangle of streets that end off the steel bridge. First, we were gonna
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314 make him pay his debt to society.
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315 He looked over and saw this machine hanging in the air off the bridge, and
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316 I'll swear his piss turned green. He tried to put the bag down at his feet on
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317 his shoulder, but the twine snapped. Dumb alkies. Why didn't he get a job and
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318 buy one like a man? He wouldn't be needing the bed roll anymore anyway. He
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319 started running down the bridge, his clothes just coming off in the frezzing
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320 wind. I lifted the machine about twenty feet so's we'd clear the bridge, and
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321 the turned down the rails after him.
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322 When he got the end of the bridge, he knew we were after him. Somewhere in
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323 that puny inferior mind, he knew he was dead. I let off a few rounds into the
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324 cement right next to the alky. He looked off one way, but he didn't run. Lucky
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325 for him, cause I let another squeeze of my trigger put a few bullets right
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326 where he would have run. He looked right behind him, I could tell because his
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327 shining face went dark for a second, and his hair went wild in the wind and
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328 our searchlight. The sign behind was done in red and wite, it warned about the
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329 wires for the light rail. This is where his inferior strain shows through. He
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330 put his fingers in the links and tried to climb the thing. I could almost hear
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331 the chain links noise through the door opened on the side of the chopper,
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332 Mister Wesley was stepping out onto the missile racks.
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333 The guy got to the top of the fence. I saw his hands were bloody from the
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334 desperate scramble. But he was dead almost as soon as I looked up. Wesley had
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335 given him a few grams of German metal right to the scalp. I saw him fall, that
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336 was about it. The electrical sparks and flashes shone blue through the
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337 windshield and lit up the craft just as Wesley got back in and shut the door.
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338 He knew the old alky had landed on the high power electric cables the fed the
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339 light rail. Boy, what an investment that turned out to be.
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340 We did some coke on the way back to the tower. But not before a few other
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341 killings out on Sauvie's Island. Boy, we got a first class set-up here. What's
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342 even better, no one misses the old alkies anyway. By, oh boy, you know, the
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343 third of the month is coming up awful quick and a train just got in from Los
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344 Angeles with a bunch of alkies hidden on it. This is gonna be better than when
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345 the Neeshies brought vagrants into the state.
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346 See you around. By the way, do you have a job?
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347 </> <\> </> <\> </> <\> </> <\> </> <\> </> <\> </> <\> </> <\> </> <\> </>
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348
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349 o\=<([v2v])>=/o
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350 Where do I sign up?
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351 o\=<([v2v])>=/o
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352 What a disgusting heartless story!
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353 I hope you choke on your own phlegm!
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354
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355
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356
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357 REKRAM
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358 "if we were to copy down markers and repost them hours later, wouldn't that
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359 leave the people who use them, hours out of it?" little jimmy looked up at his
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360 father and looked as if he had just asked about the origin of Earth.
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361 "son, never say that. not even as a joke." dad was used to disciplining his
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362 son this way.
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363
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364 REKRAM
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365 ____11/29/86__________________JD 2446764.6429_________19:25:46_PST_________
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366 WHO CARES?
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367 -------------------
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368 Exodus
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369
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370 The time had come for him to leave the Inn. Time passed slowly here,
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371 but quickly in the parallel realm to which he would soon return. He
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372 looked about him, savoring the images of this place of prose and poetry.
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373 Sighing, he stood and placed his robes upon his shoulders. He
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374 addressed those seated about him: "Well, my friends, the time has come
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375 for me to take my leave. If the Fates smile upon my ventures, I should
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376 be returning again soon. If not... But whatever the future holds, I
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377 bid you all farewell!"
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378 He walked slowly towards the door. When he reached it, he turned
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379 and looked about the Inn once more. He turned again to the door. He
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380 opened it, strode out, and closed it softly behind him.
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381 He walked down the path, watching the strange patterns in the
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382 clouds above. As he got farther down the path, his form became more
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383 insubstantial until he simply disappeared into the mist...
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384
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385 Max the Philosopher
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386 November 29, 1986
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387 -------------------
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388 .....BILL WHEELER!
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389 WHEN AND WHERE DOES
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390 THE IBM USERS GROUP
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391 MEET!! PLEASE REPLY
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392 SIGNED...
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393 THE ARCHFIEND
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394
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395
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396 I CARE!!!!
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397
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398
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399 ``````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````
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400 "we have another jumper going at it", said Angelica.
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401 Sam looked up from the big board, focusing on Angelica's slim form bent
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402 over the time tracer.
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403 "Where is he located?"
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404 "In Old New York, in the 45th quad. Sixteen feet underground, and he is
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405 jumping back 24 years in time.
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406 Sam got up and walked over to the graphic plotter. "Pull it up on the
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407 computer,"
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408 A moment of silence and then the plotter ratteled into life, sketching the
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409 quad and surrounding building floor diagrams, based on information in the local
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410 city land use planning files. In a few minutes it finished, then started over
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411 again as Sam slipped a sheet of Mylar into the plotter. This time, it sketched
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412 the plans, as they were 24 years earlier, with the differing floor plans
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413 superimposed over the current plan. The plans were much more sketchy, with
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414 gaps and spaces here and there, but there was still enough detail for sam to
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415 make out the time jumpers intent.
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416 "oh ho, it looks like he is intending to end up in the middle of a bank
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417 vault, do you think he is going to make change?"
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418 Angelica laughed, "he's probably going to empty the vault, Sam."
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419 "I know. What a crime, the bank officials leave the days take in the safe
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420 at night, then next morning look in and suprise, it's gone. Impossible to
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421 trace any of the cash, because by the time it goes into circulation, the
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422 original bank has failed, and nobody cares. I think this one deserves a special
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423 treatment. Find out when he arrives back in our time."
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424 Angelica frowned. "According to the records, he jumps forward six months
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425 ahead of departure. That is highly unusual, since in theory, it makes it
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426 easier to arrest him."
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427 "Maybe h thinks it will be easier to hide in the future, than the past.
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428 I'll notify the local police, let them bother with this one"
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429 `````````````````````````````````Mr. Intercepter ```````````````````````````
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430 THORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHOR
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431 The INN seemed full again with story tellers galore, each with his own taste of
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432 life. Some orated in the present, others in the future. Some even spoke of tales
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433 in the Netherworlds. It was good to be back among those who minds did not
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434 stagnate but kept alive the adventures of life.
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435 THOR put both hands around the stein of ale and thought of the time he had lost
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436 being away from the INN and fretted a bit. For here at the place he enjoyed
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437 being provided him with the escape he so much needed from the world he was
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438 forced to exist within. A world where so many decisions were being made with a
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439 computer and not with human companssion.
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440 Sometimes pure reason was not enough to make the world coexist, sometimes it
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441 was the absolute insanity that made it a place where peoples future depended
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442 solely on the roll of chance.
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443 THOR shook his head and thought to himself what a carnival of fools controlled
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444 so many lives in their insane desire to
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445 change what was not theirs to change.
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446 So many had lost so much for so little excuse. Why must they suffer because
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447 their attitudes were not atuned to those with the power and money?
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448 A foolish question thought THOR to himself, as he had seen the consequences so
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449 many times throughout his existance for not bending with the terrible wind that
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450 traveled across the earth.
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451 Enough philosophying, time for another sip of ale and a listen to another
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452 teller of tales.
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453 THORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHOR
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454 WHO CARES?
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455 ____11/30/86__________________JD 2446765.4666_________15:12:10_PST_________
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456 !@#$%^&*()(*&^%$##@!@#$%^&*()(*&^%$#@!@#$%^&*()_)(*&^^%$#@!@#$%^&**()_+_)((**
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457 All: The grassy knoll lives. It's eerie.
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458 !@#$%^&*()(*&^%$#@!@#$%^&**()(*&^% L'homme sans Parity !@#$%^&*()(**&^%%$$##@
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459 WHO CARES?
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460
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461 rin Peregrin Peregrin Peregrin Peregrin Peregrin Peregrin Peregrin
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462
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463 "Tad, this is not enough," Our friend hid behind a mossy log as
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464 the two theives fought over their split. He had been sitting on a
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465 concrete bench and was deposited in this forest quite suddenly. He struck
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466 the ground on his back before he even noticed a shift his surroundings or
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467 even in his balance. He lost consciousness then. As he later awoke,
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468 these two thieves were differing around a tree.
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469
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470 One thief was lacing up a boot. He sat in a patch of streaming
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471 sunlight. On the same fallen log as our friend had been deposited on.
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472 Down the length of it about thirty feet. As his friend spoke of the
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473 disparity in their earnings, he slid a long burnt dagger out from the sole
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474 of his boot. It had stains of being held over a flame enough to have been
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475 blackened, so thought our friend, thinking on his feet, wondering whether
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476 he was going to see a death or not. Not considering how he had gotten
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477 there.
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478
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479 "Fair share!" His raised tone betrayed how alone he thought they
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480 were in the woods. Tad put the dagger under the weight of his boot and
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481 rested his crossed arms and firm chin on his knee. The dagger would be
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482 there if he needed it, surmised our friend dressed in nylon. "Can I help
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483 it if I found more than you? Do you deserve that which you did not steal?
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484 Am I to give you the results of my search? That is absurd!"
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485
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486 "No, wait, you offered me a fair share. Nobody steals from me,
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487 not you," It was as if he was going to protest further. Then he knelt
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488 slowly, and dropped to the leaves and dirt at his feet. Tad was wiping
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489 the red stains and the char off the dagger even as our friend decided the
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490 other was dead. It was then that the sweat started to collect on the skin
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491 of our friend. Weighing whether or not this thief would discover him. So
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492 he stayed in his laid down position. Not daring to turn away or stand to
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493 run.
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494
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495 The body was searched, and covered in leaves. Tad had not found
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496 even a trinket on his former associate. A wristlet of no value. A length
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497 of cloth, stuck through with needles of varying width. Perhaps those two
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498 items were worthful, if soley because they were the only possessions of
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499 the deceased. Whatever the value of that was, it was summarily ignored by
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500 the quick working thief who had dealt and done away with him.
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501
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502 "Brother, rejoice in ecstacy, for I regret your pains," These
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503 words were spoken swifty and in a single tone. As if they were nothing
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504 more than a colloquial saying for the dead.
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505
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506 A thing they might have been, but an idea that never entered the
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507 frantic theories of the one who was hiding behind a fallen tree. His
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508 limbs were still. His head only shook as he watched the distant thief in
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509 action. And his hands were clasped together as if they would try to push
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510 him up and with the conspiracy of his legs, send him off on a bolt away
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511 from this place. He tried just to lay still.
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512
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513 Tad was not overjoyed. Neglecting the body at his feet, he looked
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514 around and rubbed his hands swiftly together. It was plain that he had
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515 not planned a way out of the forest. The cold mist of the forest was
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516 sapping away from the nervous heat that went with the deed. To start a
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517 fire, he gathered up a few dead branches. Eventually he leapt over the
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518 fallen log. Not noticing the nylon jacket or the prone form of our
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519 friend. Crossing the forest floor about thirty feet, he started the blaze.
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520
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521 Peregrin Peregrin Peregrin Peregrin Peregrin Peregrin Peregrin Peregrin
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522
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523 THORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHOR
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524 om the INN would be a cold one, thought THOR as he pulled his hooded robe
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525 over his weathered brow and cinched the belt tighter to keep out the early
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526 mornings bite. It was beyond late, almost the time when the night is its
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527 darkest and is at its quietus. THOR could hear his own footsteps echoing
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528 against the stone walls of the adjacent building as he made his way home. His
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529 cadence bore a military beat and memories of the days he spent in them came back
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||
530 to him giving him a melancholy feeling. The walking dream was quickly broken as
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||
531 he heard voices ahead in the direction that he was destined.
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532 The voices were young but not juvenile. They rose and fell in tempo with each
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533 other as if a contest of words and volume were the point of the conversation.
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534 The night mist still camouflaged their forms but THOR could tell that they were
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535 getting closer and closer as he could
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536 understand more and more of what was being said. It was obvious that there were
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537 at least three persons involved in the clamour and they were now yelping like
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538 puppies being beaten with a switch.
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539 The voices gave traces of intoxication as the words that were said were slurred
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540 sometimes beyond recognition.
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541 When they were twenty paces from THOR he could see their forms and they his.
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542 A howl rang out from the smallest of the group and he ran forward ahead of the
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543 others to within an arms reach of THOR.
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544 "Hey guy, guess what I just found?", yelled back the young drunken face towards
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545 his comrades.
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546 "You're not going to believe this but O Bee One Kunobe LIVES!!!"
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547 And with this statement came a laaugh akin to a jackel leading a Hyena pack.
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548 THOR had stopped walking and was looking around for a route that would take him
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||
549 away from these drunken fools. But as he stepped off of the sidewalk to make his
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550 way across to the other side of the street, the tormentor jumped quickly in
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551 front of him in a jester to herd him back onto the sidewalk.
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552 "Come on Old JEDI, where's that stupid flashlight you use to take off peoples
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553 arms with?"
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554 The tormentor then grabbed down around THORS people as if to be looking for the
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555 object asked about. THOR grabbed the
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556 young mans wrists and forced them outward and asked,"Knock it off son while I
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557 still have the patience to ignore you."
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558 "Whoa...what do we have here...come on guys O-B-One wants to duel." With this
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559 the other two men arrived on the scene and began laughing when they saw what
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560 their comrade had been talking about. "Hey this guy is really gnarly, look at
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561 that disguise." The largest of the three
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562 had shown his interest in THOR's robe and reached out to grab at the belt that
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563 was tightly bound around THOR's waist.
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||
564 THOR instinctively grabbed the young mans wrist in a defensive manner and did
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565 not realize the strength that he was using to do so.
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||
566 "K-E-E-E-Y--R-I-G-H-S-T....let go of me old man, you're breaking my frickin
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567 wrist." With this scream THOR let loose the lamenting victim and stepped back
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568 a step from the remaining two men.
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569 "The dirty old bastard broke my wrist, kill the old fool he's a menace!"
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570 The two young men looked at THOR and noted his apparent retreat backwards as he
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571 had stepped away from them. They
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572 mistook rTHOR's movement unfortunately as THOR merely stepped backward so as to
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573 brace himself against an attack.
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574 The least talkative man made the first lomove towards THOR and found himself
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575 skidding face down on the abrasive cement sidewalk. THOR had taken the man by
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576 his outstretched arm and had pulted him
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577 on past where THOR was standing, onto the sidewalk where he moaned but once
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578 before slipping into slumberland.
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||
579 "What are you anyway," cried out the original jackel, "You some retired old
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580 wrestler or something?"
|
||
581 THOR looked at the two remaining men, one holding his wrist and the other just
|
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582 staring in disbelief and spoke,
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583 "Yea, I'm a retired or something."
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584 And with this THOR went on his way leaving behind three who maybe, just maybe
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585 might not make fun of the next person
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586 they meet after a night of merrymaking.
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587 O\=<([V2V])>=/O
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588 Hey, Thor, you on Blue Parrot, yet?
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589 (Note new border)
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590 O\=<([V2V])>=/O
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591
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592 I want to say something. It is something poignant, weighing on me. To do with
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593 this song, or these songs, that the radio has been playing. More to do with
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594 what the others times were, that I was listening to these songs. No matter. I
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595 am going to go reminisce on those times, before I go to work on this
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596 Monday, December First, 1986. 4:45 A.M.
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597
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598 HORTHORT HORT HORT HORT HORT HORT HORT HORT HORT HORT HORT HORT HORT HORT HORT HORT
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599 i do not understand
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600 off
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601 hello
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602 [A[A[A[A[A[A[A[A[A[A[A[A[A[A[A[A[A[A[A[A[A[A[A[A[A[A[AA[A
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603 [B[B[BB[C[C[C[C[C[C[C
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604
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605
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606 ****************************************
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607 greetings THOR: Long time, no see.
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608 I have not been doing to much writing on-line due to it being
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609 required of me in school. Do you still work at the little
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610 store? I tried calling you there a few months ago, just a
|
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611 little hello from,
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612 *************************kathyD**********************************
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613 p.s. Just thought Id fill up a couple more lines, sort of like
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614 when PAM would clean up in days of past. I kinda liked the
|
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615 twisted little story about the bum blaster in the helecopter.
|
||
616 brought a funny little grin to my face. Bard's song was very
|
||
617 entertaining too. And who else did we see this weekend? None
|
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618 other than the MAD MAX. It's fun to take a look in the olde
|
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619 INN and see familar faces. I think Ill have another OREO and
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620 dream about days gone by.
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621 *********************************kathyD*************************
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622 ____12/01/86__________________JD 2446766.6781_________20:16:31_PST_________
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623 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Milchlurk
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624 GOOD NEWS!! Plaza BBS is back on line. Chris Colby's Hard Drive was not fried
|
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625 after all! 248-xxxx. On line games. Music and Doctor Who Sub boards. Star trek
|
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626 adventure as well. Call today!!!
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627 The Doctor.
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