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Was this mission accomplished? Had they truly recovered the only remaining evidence of genetic experimentation gone wrong? It was too soon to tell. As the helicopter took off,
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Never would he look upon the world with total comprehension. Never again would he be able to walk in and out of time itself. Never again would he view the world from the outside.
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"What's up?" The look of bewilderment could not be matched. "How can I parry that rhyme? Perhaps I need to resort to mime" Now the game is on ... Or it is?
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No one is going to suspect me, thought Xeno to himself. What self representing vigilante-styled man shows up with twin Chihuahuas? Not Xeno, he is more a
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"Ohhhhhhhhhh ... isn't this the end of a long, long story," I thought to myself. I sat down in the scrub, threw off my boots and rubbed my sore, blistered feet. "Ohhh ...
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It wasn't usual for Jacob to leave the house at two in the morning and stroll down the street and hop on a bus out of town, but that's exactly what he did.
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about to go through the roof. Public transport would come to grinding halt. It was just what Joe dreaded, a poorly timed strike to spoil all attempts to capitalize on any plans.
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The night was dark and there was a cruel wind blowing. If only I had an umbrella to protect me from the wet and a jacket to secure me from the cold.