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py Squeaktime, my dear cat, used to have things to teach me, but now I'm wondering what we are being rushed through, and why we are still so crazy and vain and violent and snippy.

I had to take up the role of street vendor today. I still don't know why. I am told by someone, that I don't know, & whom I didn't ask, that my pylons are facing the wrong cardinal

touched her cheek. Maybe she might have felt it sooner if that gesture had not been new to her. She checked the lower cheeks within her chaps. That flesh was intact. The villagers,

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Some might have thought The Raven Agramilekh had some duties and visitations to accomplish, but for now it felt pleased and well-contented, and just enjoyed the moment as it was.

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" Amy struggled with this ultimatum a little. Whatever happened to "for better or worse"? But she didn't know her husband anymore, and the young pizza guy was sincere and focused.

M. What am I to do? This language I suppose is suitable enough, although others have better nuances in some contexts, but I have become accustomed to the clock and perhaps even its

There is no "beyond the village" I can escape to. The toxic vapidity and mosquitory shreds me each moment, yet refines me. The power station where I now have my camp does help to

2035: CRISPIER nanotech allows some people to become fully promethean and multifluorescent, to express each of their inner multitudes on a whim. But veteran cosplayer Aidan X

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I carried on, but my carry-on was refused by the airlines because it was full of carrion and therefore had an offensive effluvium. Being a vulture, I found this to be Anti-Species

One need NOT capitulate all, or even an infinitesimal amount, of their personal revenue to harvest one’s influence upon the World Stage, primarily when honesty is deficient or