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1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask...
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2 ************************* INSTALLED: 13 JAN 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 . . . . . . . and so on
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21 At the top, with nothing to say. How pathetic, but normal. -Tanya
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22 . . . . . . . I guess I messed up the first one
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23 """"""""""""""""""Soli...
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24 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++Milchlurk
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25 Tanya: Messed up the first what?
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26
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27 ########################################################################
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28 The Inn seemed cold and dark. The fire in the hearth had been
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29 allowed to go out, and the cold wind blew eddies of dust about the
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30 floor. The Innkeepers footsteps echoed off the walls as he crossed the
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31 floor. Pulling the worn curtain aside checking the backrooms for
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32 patrons, but no one was there either. No notes to fellow travelers and
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33 friends tacked to the back wall. No cheery shouts of joy lost in revelry
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34 celebrating past adventures. Only empty scared tables and a golden
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35 locket to remind him of times past. Where had all those brave souls
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36 gone?
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37 Where were the brave knights, the fair maidens? Where were the
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38 wizards, echantresses, and dabblers of the art? The merchants and
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39 travelers and friends of old?
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40 Returning to the hearth, he threw a couple of logs on the grate,
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41 and with a handful of kindling and a candle, started the fire going
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42 again. Maybe some weary traveler or old friend would have need of it's
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43 warmth. Winter seems to always take its toll of friends. Pulling a
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44 chair up near the newly built fire, the Innkeeper settled back to read a
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45 book and wait. For the door was always unlocked for those who sought
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46 entrance.
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47 ########################### The Innkeeper ##############################
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48 Ted Takes a Trip
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49 part 2
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50
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51 While driving through the city traffic to the Pickwick,
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52 which was of course still many miles away since the air porter
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53 had to drop of other passengers at different locations all far
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54 from the Pickwick, Ted had more time to contemplate. Instead he
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55 stared out the window as the wonder of the city unfolded before
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56 him. San Fran sure was big. It was a lot bigger than
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57 Enterprise. Of course Enterprise is pretty small, only a couple
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58 thousand folks live there. Enterprise is most famous for its
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59 Boy's single A football team, and for being named after a ship in
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60 that sci-fi show, even though Enterprise the town was around long
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61 before Enterprise the space ship. But San Fran, what a city! All
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62 the street signs have funny writing on it, oriental like. And the
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63 buses don't make any sound, they're electric. They get their
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64 power from those wires that are strung out above the
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65 street. Passing through a residential area, Ted got a look at a
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66 typical San Fran house. It was like looking at a rainbow, every
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67 house was a different color; pastels, strong primaries, no two
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68 alike. They reminded Ted of fir trees, so tall and thin, they
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69 looked like mansions from the outside. Ted didn't know anything
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70 about the insides. People everywhere, even at this hour. People
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71 walking, stopping, talking, looking, shopping, eating, so many
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72 people.
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73
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74 The driver told Ted to get ready, that the Pickwick was
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75 coming up. The streets were a little grimier in this section of
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76 town. And the vagrants; the sheriff ran them out of town in
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77 Enterprise, but Ted had seem them before in trips to Boise and
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78 Portland. They were all over the place here, and since it was
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79 sunny, the drifters had shed most of their multi-layers of
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80 clothing. Ted didn't think too much about this as he stepped off
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81 the porter onto the sidewalk in front of the Pickwick Hotel. He
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82 thanked the driver, who looked a little funny at him, slammed to
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83 sliding door shut, and sped off leaving a cloud of foul smelling
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84 exhaust fumes in Ted's direction. Ted shrugged, and taking in the
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85 sights around him, gazed at his new home for the next three
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86 days. To Ted at least, the Pickwick didn't seem like to bad of
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87 place. It reached up into the sky before him, at least ten
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88 stories high. That would make it the biggest building in all of
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89 Enterprise, and here in San Fran is was just another hotel. The
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90 building looked rather old, the architecture seemed just a bit
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91 out of place next to some of the other buildings Ted had seen
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92 during his ride through town. The corners of the building all had
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93 intricate sculptured work, and it looked like there were some
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94 words next to the fancy workings, about 8 floors up, but Ted
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95 couldn't make out what the words said. The sight of Ted staring
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96 up at the Pickwick must have been a comical sight, because soon
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97 Ted was no longer standing alone, several people had joined him,
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98 and they were all looking up too.
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99
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100 Jane Smith
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101 jsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsj
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102 I am so sorry for the mistakes. As I look back I see a to that should be
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103 a too, and an of that should be an off, and a to that should be a the. I'll
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104 try to be more careful next time. Thanks!
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105 jsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsj
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106 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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107 WHATS THIS? I STEP OUT FOR A FEW DISKS AND EVERYTHING IS CHANGED, EVEN MY NAME
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108 IS UPSURPED. I GUESS NOTHING IS SACRED HERE. I THINK THAT I WILL ENTER THE QUOTE COMPETITION, THOUGH
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109
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110 QUOTE OF THE DAY:
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111 WHEN THE POOR GIVE TO THE RICH, THE DEVIL LAUGHS. (THIS PUTS ME IN MIND OF
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112 THE OREGON LOTTERY)
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113 +++++++++++++00000001TED+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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114
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115 %$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%
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116
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117 I picked a pound of thistledown
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118 And put it in a basket.
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119 Then I cut an old pine tree
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120 And fashioned me a casket.
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121
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122 I gabbed a rick and smashed the clocz
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123 And threw time in a bucket,
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124 Then lay back to dream awhile;
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125 From there gn in I'd luck it.
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126
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127 I tried to play most every day
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128 And hear the sound of lauther;
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129 Figgered I'd just live awhile,
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130 Not worry 'bout what's after.
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131
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132 For many years I cried round tears
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133 And smiled when things were rosy.
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134 I just flgated in life's breeze
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135 And never got too nosy.
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136
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137 Then came that morn when oaths were sworn
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138 And I noined in the party,
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139 Angels whispered in my ear:
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140 It's over w; laugh hearty
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141
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142 Old Mr. Big reined in his rig
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143 And shook his powdery locks;
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144 Then he turned the daylight out
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145 And I ke up here in this box.
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146
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147 inmate 557
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148 %$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%%$%$%
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149 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\THE DESTROYER\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\34
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150 Damn him! Why did he have to be so stubborn? And why did she care so much, anyway? Will was still on shift, and
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151 Tariya sat alone in his apartment, thinking.
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152 When she had walked out on James, she had truly intended to never see him again. Half an hour later, her resolve
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153 wasn't nearly so strong. A strange longing developed, and she became increasingly nervous. Was he all right? What was
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154 he doing now? She wanted to know.
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155 At the beginning she hadn't especially cared for him. He seemed shallow, crude, irresponsible. As time went by, she
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156 learned she was only partly right. He had scars that ran deep, and he covered those scars by being constantly
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157 insulting and on the defensive. He never said that but she had gleaned this from their talks. His life had been a long
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158 series of hurts and dissapointments. Maybe he was entitled. Maybe.
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159 The incident with the gun was something else. There was no excuse for it. In the end, however, he had been the one
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160 who had paid. In blood. After her initial anger had cooled she realized this. He had risked his life to save her
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161 twice. He had protected and comforted her when she lost hope. Probably he had done it out of guilt, rather than for
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162 any other reason. There had been times, though, when she wasn't so sure.
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163 Oh, damn it all! Maybe she should just go back to Kadan. Any desire to do more adventuring had been worn out a long
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164 time ago. But the thought of going home alone held no appeal at all. Why? The answer was simple, honest, and sitting
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165 right there in front of her, but every time it came up, she would deny it in her mind, in her heart. It had to be
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166 something else.
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167 And if he cared, where as he? He knew exactly where she was staying, and there was nothing to keep him away. If he
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168 showed up right now to apologize, she would accept it without question. Even if he didn't apologize, she'd probably
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169 still forgive him. But, she decided, he had to come to her. She wasn't going begging to him.
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170 Two hours later...
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171 Well, maybe not begging, anyway. At least she should check up on him. As badly hurt as he was, something could have
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172 happened. A spell of location, like the one she used at the Crystal Palace, only not as powerful.
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173 She sat cross-legged on the floor, concentrating. The image came much more easily than she expected. A meter wide
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174 sphere of golden energy foated in the air in front of her. It shone like a small sun for a second, then cleared,
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175 leaving a three-dimensional image, complete with sound.
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176 Tariya gasped.
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177 The image showed a black box, the size and shape of a coffin. Three men were loading it into the cargo bay of a
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178 small warpship. At one side of the picture was a three-eyed alien of a type she had never seen before. He looked like
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179 a monster. He was talking to someone she couldn't see. "wE lEAvE In An hOUr. OUr cArgO mUst ArrIvE As qUIckly As
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180 pOssIblE. nO OnE mUst knOw Of thIs. NO OnE."
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181 The shock broke the spell and the image exploded with a loud bang, making her jump. She sat numbly, trying to make
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182 sense of what she saw.
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183 Was he dead? Where were they taking him? And dammit, why wasn't there somebody here to take charge? She needed
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184 help, fast. Willerd? No, she'd never find him in time. The ship was leaving in an hour, and there would be no way to
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185 trace it. Whoever had him would be gone forever.
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186 She was on her own.
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187 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\THE DESTROYER\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\not gone yet\\\\\\\\
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188 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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189 The winter sky was close and cold. The piper, his plaid wrapped tightly
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190 about his shoulders, shivered as the wet branches raked his bare legs
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191 between hose tops and kilt bottom. His panting breath made miniature
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192 storm clouds that the relative wind of his passage blew back into his face,
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193 bringing moisture to his eyelashes. Of course it was condensation, not
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194 tears, leaving his cheeks wet, sweat from his exertions explained the
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195 salt taste on his lips, didn't it?
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196 He stopped a moment and scanned the sky, feeling hemmed in by its nearness.
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197 His clenched hand held a large white feather, larger by far than that of
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198 any bird with which he was familiar.
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199 Nothing. The bare winter branches of the winter-stripped trees wrote
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200 unkown runes of natures calligraphy across the cold sky. The silence was
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201 complete, no whisper of animal motion, only the rasp of air in his lungs.
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202 Defeated, he stood a long moment, then turned to make his way back to the
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203 comfort of the inn.
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204 Several hours later, the low blocky form of the inn stood before him,
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205 its ancient, scarred door the only barrier between him and the hospitality
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206 and fellowship within. Shivering and cold despite his prolonged exertions,
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207 the piper lifted the latch with one hand and shouldered open the heavy door.
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208 After the light of the afternoon, the dimness of the great common room
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209 was like momentary blindness. His chilled skin was greeted by the warmth
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210 of the crackling blaze in the great hearth, his nose brought him the
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211 pungent smell of burning wood where an errant draft had forced a wisp of
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212 smoke into the room. He stood for a long moment, grateful for the warmth,
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213 waiting for his eyes to adjust.
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214 As his eyes grew used to the dimness, the piper noticed the quiet.
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215 "Odd," he mused to himself. "No one seems..." he stared around the room,
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216 taking in the empty tables. "Where is everyone?"
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217 He walked down the low stairs towards the hearth, then became aware
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218 of the innkeeper dozing over a book. Walking softly, the piper carefully
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219 placed another log on the fire, walked back of the bar and drew himself
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220 a mug of the inn's nut-brown ale, blew out the inkeeper's candle that was
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221 guttering perilously low, and sat in silence to enjoy the warmth of the
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222 fwinter fire.
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223 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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224 qqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqq
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225 Jane Smith: A few typos do not affect the gist of your story, which is written
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226 much like it (I think) should be. It well describes a small town man awed
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227 by the sights and sounds of San Francisco;a bit naive as is to be expected....
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228 Please continue. [*=*] DELTA FIVE [*=*]
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229 EON EON EON EON EON EON EON EON EON EON EON EON EON EON EON EON EON EON EON EON
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230
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231 "Brrrrr!!! It's cold here Parity! And I forgot to pack my long-johns."
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232 "Now I told you it would be cold before we left HQ. I told you it would
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233 be cold when we were on the plane. Now you see for yourself Fellows. Don't say
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234 I didn't tell you so."
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235 "Naay, you didn't tell me so!"
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236 "So much the child sometimes Fellows."
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237 "Ahh, you kw I act that way just to bug you Parity. Sometimes you
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238 just have to say, 'What the heck!'"
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239 "Over there." Parity pointed to a blue 74 Chevy Nova parked just off
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240 the runway. "That is our transportation."
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241 "Geez, you would think we would at least get Ram-Tough or something."
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242 "Don't fret too much Fellows. We will only be using that car for a
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243 couple hours. Remember level two of our visit here to the great white North."
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244 "Of course I remember Parity, but it just isn't any fun if I don't
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245 get to bitch about something, right?"
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246 "Yea, sure, come on."
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247 Dhe two agents made their way to the car. It was a standard police
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248 vintage Nova with few minor adjustments, the least noticeable of which was an
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249 intricate communications system tucked away in the glove compartment.
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250 "Nice, real nice," mocked Fellows. But before Parity could admonish
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251 him for his sarcasm, the glove compartment comm-link sprang to life. The
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252 comm-link's electro-plasmic display went from dark red to a bright pink
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253 sprayed with clear white letters.
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254
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255 NET TRANSMISSION CODE - PLEASE ENTER CLEARANCE VERIFICATION
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256
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257 Fellows punched in a 10 digit number on the comm-link keypad.
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258
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259 TRANSMISSION FOLLOWS - EIGHTHBIT/HASSADICAWARE/TRIXASAHRS/
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260 LOOKFORBODYBLACKFE2/DELPHI - EOT
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261
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262 Fellows closed the glove compartment after copying down the text
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263 onto a piece of paper. "What do you think that means Parity? This isn't
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264 our standard code. Do you think HQ messed up?"
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265 "Strike that thought Fellows, and hand me the paper. Our little
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266 drive can wait until we figure this strange message out."
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267
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268 NOE NOE NOE NOE NOE NOE NOE NOE NOE NOE NOE NOE NOE NOE PARITY NOE NOE NOE NOE
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269
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270 ch/kn/know/Dhe/The/ : Mikey, I put 6 thousandths of a second delay between
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271 characters, and I still had collisions/line hits. I realize that normally
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272 the inter-character delay won't help, but when uploading here it seems the
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273 longer delay I use the cleaner the upload. Any hints?
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274 NOE NOE NOE NOE etc...
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275
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276 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++jest lurkin'++++++++++++++M++++++++++++
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277 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Soli
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278 {}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}
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279 I just got braces today. Yuck!!!!!!!!!!
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280 {}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}
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281 Will Agents Parity and Fellows eher the
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282 strange message? Will they ever find DV? Will Pervis continue to wage a journalistic war against someone who has never
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283 interfered in his life, and only wants to be left alone? Will DV ever find McKane? Will McKane ever find a safe place
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284 to hide from everyone who is looking for him? Will The rascal Albanian ever be heard from again? Tune in later, inngoers
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285 because things are about to happen!
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286 ................................................................
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287
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288
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289
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290 F
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291
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292
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293 !##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!
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294 This is only a test you see. Not much time or or
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295 space outh be consumed with simple little test...
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296 Just want to make it clear whether or not this thing
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297 will work for me or not. I must know these things.
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298 Well, enough of this test...
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299 I hope this wasn't an inconvenience.
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300 Thank you for your time and patience. -Nom De Sant
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301 !##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!
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302 WHAT TEST?
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303 ______________________________JD 2446445.5951______________________________
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304
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305 *******************************************************************
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306 NOE: Yes, the long the delay the better if you are having problems
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307 with the download the best approach if you can do it is to wait for
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308 each character you send to be echoed back to you.
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309 The problem is that the character you send is echoed by BW, and if you
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310 send another character down the line while the first one is being echoed,
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311 they can collide and cause problems on poor phone lines/modems.
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312 ************************** CISTOP MIKEY ******************************
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313 PAM: Where are you?
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314 ***********************
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315 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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316 AH YES, CHARACTER PROBLEMS.
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317 QUOTE OF THE DAY: THE WAGE OF WORK IS FREEDOM
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318
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319
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320
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321 THE PRICE OF WAR IS SLAVERY
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322
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323 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++000001TED+++++++++++++++++
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324 Nicholas Haflinger - now there's a name I've not heard around these parts for some
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325 time. Regarding your treatise on the fine art of phreaking, it appears to have
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326 been rejected at the highest level.
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327 Give my regards to Mr. Makeeson.
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328 +Dante-
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329
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330 "i know its late and i should go to bed
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331 but i can't tear away from the night
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332 it holds the seed of a memory
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333 its true of you
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334 oh my god...stop...what did i do? i feel like im in the middle of no
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335 where. golly, its so dark down here...help!!!
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336 morrissey
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337 *********************************************************************
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338 How do they do that? All that blank space scrolling down, but not a wasted line (number). Secret commands that only privleged
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339 Inngoers are privy to?
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340 Cistop Mikey: Pam has been seen at the Blue Parrot.The following is presented by the committee to vindicate the second most
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341 hated person on BWMS
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342 In my craft or sullen art
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343 Exercised in the still night
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344 When only the moon rages
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345 And the lovers lie abed
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346 With all their griefs in their arms
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347 I labor by singing light
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348 Not for ambition or bread
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349 Or the strut and trade of charms
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350 On the ivory stages, but for the common wages
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351 Of their most secret heart
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352
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353 Not for the proud man apart from the raging moon I write
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354 On these spindrift pages, nor for the towering dead
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355 With their nightingales or psalms
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356 But for the lovers, their arms round the greifs of the ages
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357 Who pay no praise or wages
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358 Nor heed my craft or art.
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359
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360 !##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!
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361 CANDLE
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362 Time passes on... perhaps I shall as well. The vail of creativ-
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363 ity that once would cover my consciousness is no longer at my command.
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364 I continue with my daily routine and constantly wonder if the face of
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365 the one that is my preoccupation still thinks of me as often as I do
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366 of him.
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367 It would be him I'd thank for having made me look at the world
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368 with a new vision. It all started with my curiosity as to why he
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369 constantly carried around a small writing book and funny colored pen.
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370 To my question of why, he would give rise to creation.
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371 "It's an escape, I can get away from my classes without really
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372 having to leave the room." I've seen him do it before, too. he'd pull
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373 out the book and pen and go off into his own little world, scratching
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374 notes along the way. I liked the idea; the next day I went out and
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375 bought two of those types of books to write in.
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376 Since that time we've had a falling out. I didn't write in my
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377 book anymore at the time. I'd given up on reminding myself of our
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378 dualistic relationship--he meant everything to me but I didn't care to
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379 face him anymore. How could things have changed so much since I met
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380 him? Back then I couldn't wait 'til next we met, then this transfor-
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381 mation...
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382 After the falling out, of course, came the lonliness. I eventu-
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383 ally came to realize that I missed him, and he told me he missed me
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384 too. It was great; it made me feel so relieved. Getting back to-
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385 gether was the hardest part, I think we're still working on it a
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386 little. The three thousand miles that seperate us isn't helping much,
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387 but I still think of him alot.
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388 I keep a candle in the window for him, if that matters. We're so
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389 far apart, I hope he'll recognize it as time passes. I'll just drink
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390 my wine in solitude and pray for that day as I write this...
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391 -Nom De Sant
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392 !##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!
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393 Sorry for the test, just checking the waters...
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394 By the way 000001TED, it's "The wage of freedom is work." ! NDS !
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395 ______________________________JD 2446446.0585______________________________
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396 pppppppppppppppppsittin' and sippin'ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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397 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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398 ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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399 "This Ring, no other, is made by the elves,
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400 Who'd pawn their own mother to grab it themselves.
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401 Ruler of creeper, mortal, and scallop,
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402 This is a sleeper that packs quite a wallop.
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403 The Power almighty rests in this Lone Ring.
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404 The Power, alrighty, for doing your Own Thing.
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405 If broken or busted, it cannot be remade.
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406 If found, send to Sorhed (the postage is prepaid)."
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407 'Bored of the Rings'
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409 *********************************************************
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410 #################################################################
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411 Piper: I would respond, but right now my mind is blank, I seem to
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412 have lost that creative spark. Nothing comes to mind, it is blank.
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413 Sorry. Maybe you can take it on yourself? The entry was simply the
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414 preception on how things are, a loss if you will, of times past.
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415 Some of the more flamboyant writers seem to be gone. Now it is
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416 largly nothing more then shoot 'em up stuff. At least you're still
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417 around to lend your input.
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418 ########################## The Innkeeper #########################
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419 Mr. Predictor on the preceding disk:
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420 Not only was your stuff completely unfunny, but your spelling was atrocious and
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421 you took up oodles of space with a complete waste of it.
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422 Now I understand why you didn't sign your name... at least Purvis does...
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423
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424 popopopopopopopopopopopopopopopopopopopopopop popping in poopopopopopopopopopopo
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425
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426 Damn! It is the tripods again. I thought earth had defeated them, but I can
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427 see now that was only an illusion. Tripods, if you ever come my way I will
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428 get you, and get you good.
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429
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430 popopopopopopopopopopopopopopopopopopopopopop popping out poopopopopopopopopopo
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431
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432 Ms Dixon, ignore that blatent unsigned <- attack above. I have seen much worse
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433 spelling here, including that anonymous person above. People who live in glass
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434 houses shouldn't throw stones, turkey. It was fun to read and a few of the
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435 entries showed a little insight on what makes the world go around. As for
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436 signing names, I thought Dixon was your name. Now Mr Smarty pants above, what
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437 is your sorry excuse?
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438 [({})] {([])} ([{}]) [({})] {([])} The Defender ([{}]) [({})] {([])} ([{}]) [({}
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439 OH OH, THE BATTLE LINES A DRAWN. IT MODEMS AT TWENTY
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440 PACES!
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441 SO,,,, WHAT ELSE IS NEW ,,,,,,,, YAWN ,,,,,,
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442
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443 !##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!
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444 PLEASE! Stop attacking each other only because you are able to
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445 behind the safety pseudonyms have to offer. Actually, I rather
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446 the predictions by J.Dixon. They were intended as humorous, and
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447 is how (at least) I took it. Lighten up, and don't take things
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448 seriously, there are plenty of other things that may better be s
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449 worrying over... (I wonder how many of the predicts will come t
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450 -Nom De Sant
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451 !##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!
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452 ttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt
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453 i am not ashamed... i did nothing shamefull in deciphering
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454 the nets... sorry... cipher... and if i did profit... in some
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455 whit or whether... from something shamefull... i am sorry it
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456 was done...
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457 this issue... one of much debate... has tired me... and i
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458 feel assured that you are tiring of it also...
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459 let it suffice... i entered a single snipet... it erred in
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460 the first letter... i do know the rest of the cipher however...
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461 and i hope you continue to use it... since it provides some
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462 harmless fun sometimes...
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463 i am sorry for any misgivings that have resulted... and for
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464 one misgiving of my own... which still smoulders in my heart..
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465 and might start a fire in my mind... later...
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466 so i never made it into net... the kid made it past net... maybe i will...
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467 ttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt
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468
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469 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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470 What is this bloody thing about getting into NET? What is the big deal? I thought is was some group of people who wrote spy
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471 stories. I don't see why anyone would be so hot and heavy to get into it. Write yourself in, be an enemy, or leave it
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472 alone. Continued comments about smoulders in my heart and fire in my mind make me think you are taking this stuff way
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473 too seriously. NET schmet. We don't care to hear the problems about getting into or getting out of. This is a writer's
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474 board, please keep it that way, ok?
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475 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Observer from this Galaxy \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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476
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477 Nom De Sant: I liked that very much. It captured much of what is an
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478 unfortunate situation that befalls many of us. Thank you.
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479 OftG
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480 ******************************************************************
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481 Nom De Sant: that was terrific!! Is it true, cecause it reminds me
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482 of a very similar situation, except, i got involved with art, and we
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483 just broke up a day ago and he's not three thous. miles away....anyway,
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484 it's so true to life...sniff snifff....
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485 morrissy
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486 &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&bye bye****************************
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487
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488
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489 <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
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490 A present for my brithers and sisters
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491
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492 Here's a present you can fit in your pocket
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493 or put up on the wall. Or down in the bucket with the trash
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494 as an elegant garbage, something over-wrought in its details,
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495 like a sand-castle with prisoners in the tower
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496 and the tide rising at the end of a hot day.
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497 In all that sun, who could blame you if you
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498 with your own hands smashed the thing down
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499 before the waters could reach it, knowing there's no love
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500 in the water, the way it piles on itself to move.
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501
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502 We've worked on something together for years
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503 and didn't even know what it was until it started floating away,
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504 buoyed by the sea but about to drown in it.
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505 How long can a man swim in water just over his head?
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506 How long will he care about himself and want to save it
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507 before his mind lulls and offers thoughts that soothe
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508 like seaweed around the ankles?
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509
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510 It was supposed to be a day at the beach.
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511 Life was to be harmless.
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512
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513 richard
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514 end
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515 A BRIEF DISPOSITION OF THE NATURE OF "THINGS"
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516 =============================================
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517 .
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518 "Things" are just about what they seem to be: ie.
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519 "things". "Things", being what they are, seem to be just
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520 ecuse they tend to stay that way. If some "thing" were to
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521 change, it wouldn't be the same "thing". Every "thing"
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522 nges; some "things" just don't change very quickly.
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523 Things" have always been that way, and they probably always
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524 will. There is really not much you can say about "things".
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525 ***
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526 ******************************************************************
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527 To person above in regard to Pam, actually, it is the last couple
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528 of days in question, she has been uncharacteristically quiet since
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529 the weekend. Quite unlike her, so it is worrisome. Just wondering
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530 if anyone has seen her since the weekend.
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531 ************************** CISTOP MIKEY **************************
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532
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533 hi
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534 [--__It has been eons since
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535 abort
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536 It has been eons since I have called my favorite of all BBS's. In fact, I
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537 uld say that this sytem was responsible more than anything else in my getting
|
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538 my own board. It is good to see that nothing has really changed. Since
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539 those early days since I first started modeming, I have moved from a small
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540 system to a large, 300 to 1200, Floppy to Megabytes.. you get the drift. It
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541 is good to slow down and take it all in at 300 baud...
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542
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543 Sincerly.... General Confusion
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544 "OBSERVER" IN ALL THE TIME I HAVE BEEN A BACKWATER REGULAR, I HAVE NEVER SEEN
|
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545 THE LIKES OF YOU. IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT THEN WHY DON'T YOU GO ELSEWHERE? BWMS
|
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546 IS A PLACE YOU HAVE NOT GRADUATED TO. IF YOUR DADDY HAD KNOWN THAT WHEN HE
|
||
547 BOUGHT YOU YOUR APPLE HE WOULDN'T HAVE. GO AWAY SHELTERED SONNY BOY, AND GROW
|
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548 UP. BWBWBW(#)/..\(#)BWBWBWBWBACKWATCHERBWBWBWBWBW
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549 :-]M[-:
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550 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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551 Innkeeper: I know full well what you mean about the creative juices not
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552 flowing. I've been at a low ebb for quite awhile myself. I'll try to work
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||
553 up something in a day or two. Feel free to mix in or sit it out as the
|
||
554 spirit moves you.
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||
555 All: The image of the inn is a consensual reality. If the consensus
|
||
556 flags, the image grows thinner and less compelling. Perhaps (and I
|
||
557 appeal mostly to the "old-timers") we could re-establish this reality
|
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558 so that the newer folks do not unwittingly violate it. C'mon now folks,
|
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559 what's the use of having a Roman Bath for a rest room if nobody uses it?
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560 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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561 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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562 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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563
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564 Holy Backboard! This place is gettin' a little tense. I'm glad I'm
|
||
565 not in the middle of this one.
|
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566 Mohammed Wassir
|
||
567 <The Diplomatic Albanian>
|
||
568 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
|
||
569
|
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570 WHAT IS A ROMAN BATH??????
|
||
571 ############################################################
|
||
572 Piper: Yes, spirit is the problem. One cannot move when they lack the
|
||
573 spirit to do so. Sigh... the intertwinning threads of life leave their
|
||
574 mark everywhere.
|
||
575 ###################### The Innkeeper #######################
|
||
576 C'MON /..\(#)BACKSCRATCHERBWBW .... JUST BECAUSE YOU HAVE A VIC-20 IS NOT
|
||
577 GOOD REASON ENOUGH TO BADMOUTH OTHERS. HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT A PERSON IS
|
||
578 SHELTERED???? JUST BECAUSE YOU EXPERIENCE IT YOURSELF?????? BAH BAH
|
||
579 IF YOU'RE AN OLD TIMER .... TO H--- WITH YOU !!!!!!!GGGGGGG
|
||
580 0 0
|
||
581 Things are getting bad when American youth can't spell hell.
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582
|
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583
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||
584 &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
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||
585 &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
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586 !!!!!!!! HI YOU STRAIGHT'S !!!!!
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587 &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
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