Finished Folds (1—2)

• 4
  The on-ship phone rings. I pick up and hear deep throaty breaths and then the line goes dead. I take a sip of brandy and light up a space cigar. My gun is holstered, for now.

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  tom

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  2014-02-20 07:50:45

• 2
  There was an eerie silence. The sea rocked the boat from side to side and the contents shifted with it. A hole in the roof revealed the night sky where stars twinkled and a rocket

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  tom

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  2014-02-20 07:33:17