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I grew up in Jersey, a fifty-yard perfect spiral to the post from my backyard to the G.W. Bridge; and twenty minutes by ten-speed 20-inch Schwinn to Yankee Stadium, circa, July ‘61

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I stepped into this story as clueless as you. I’ve learned a little since then. First, it is in first voice and it speaks to an Other. A you. I’m not sure yet of who I in the story

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that they spawn. That you got to stop. What do I care if you win the world if I’m not in it? If I can’t have nor can the world. I can’t be in a world without you. We’re linked by

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Blasted didn't look at Sven. Over his shoulder he asked, "Who is H?" "I don't know," Sven said cinching the rope off under the brindle. "I agree with his words." Sven's candle went

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Adding MACK, FLAK, and WACK to Jimbeau's DNA offered so many possibilities that had Woab besides herself. BlastedHeath said she "must have caught the air". SlimWhitman indicated a

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the baptismal font in an attempt to get him lucid enough to see his transgression for what it was. To no avail. The spark of lucidity that he had convinced him his mortal sin was a

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you'll find I'm more than ready, keeping all my peeps forsnizzly for the cause, for the invisible clause they added with bloody paws, how it gnaws what happened to Kingle, Shanghai

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Stevensen handed the infernal book to Conan Doyle. Dolye took the book without his eyes ever leaving Stevensen's face. The umbrage! Conan finally looked down at the book. Gilded in

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blamed the stress he was feeling over how often the real world kept engaging him in their story. Recognition ran rampant through the room. Elliott sat down. There was a lull until

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“Sorry hon, a cohort of weekend warriors bought all of my cream ales this morning. The good and the bad. I’m still well stocked on Bloodwine though. Will that do,” Madge asked him.