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Eht eurt erutnevda nageb eht yad I detelpmoc eht lanif gninolc spets dna detcejni flesym htiw eht and mures hcihw desrever ym rallulec sessecorp. Ta tsrif emit dewols nwod dna

seemed to right itself. But it was only temporary. I could not change time, tub emit saw gnignahc em. I demees ot eb traveling back to 1952. Ta tsael ym dnim thought so. Ni 2591

WOAH! I hate when the Lab assistant fires up the electrodes hooked to my brain, especially when I'm trying to finish my novel. First they aslasldl adk kd swib swab 1952 unger

, my sentence trailed off and my head hit the keyboard. The lab assistant knew he had cranked the power to "stun" instead of to "observe." He was logged into my account. He opened

underpants on and run around the house seven or eight times before he got down to business. Persoanlly, I was shocked at his stalling techniques, but how can you trust an alien

Because of their orientation politically. They generally supported Shark Lady, who wore a heavy winter coat to hide her sickness. The villagers knew what was happening. Sadly, the

Oyster King, a third-party candidate, learned of the Shark Lady's illness, and exploited it in tasteless campaign ads. "Shark Lady is becoming Shark Fin Soup!" they said, and soon

will try to eat every beach go-er this side of Gibraltar. California, as well as a handful of other states threatened to succeed if the Shark Lady was elected. This made her sad.

And there is nothing MORE pathetic than a sad Shark Lady. Which is why I am glad I live close to Hemmingway. . .in the deep south. . .where people are not afraid of Land Sharks!