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The Manus Acts -a part- Welcome to Center's Outer Ring, [Laura Andersen]. Pins cringed inside at the mechanical verbalization of her name. It is necessary that you fulfill a quarantine period here before entering the city. Please use this opportunity to disinfect all objects intended for transport inside. A laundromat is located
Pins pulled her card from the slot before the machine could continue. She had heard the message enough to know the Ring's full layout by now, though she rarely explored much of it. It was an old message anywaythe laundromats had been moved some time ago. She climbed back into her deteriorating truck and
Sisyphus in the Waters San stepped lightly from platform to platform, concentrated on the water beneath them. Liquid opaqueness blocked the depths from sight, but it was well litprobably storage. He looked up again. His classmates were platforms ahead, more eager to find their destination than to investigate such mundanities as storage units.
Come on, San, his wife, Balta, called back. San's eyes turned away from the still waters to see her, hair in little pigtails, arms crossed, waiting at the edge of a platform yards away from his. He smiled at her, but she only frowned in return. Looking back down at the water, he quickly jumped across the l
In all the complications
Of any crime scene on TV
I guess it's unexpected
To find simplicity
Anywhere at all.
As rain rolls down the windows
And cats are let inside
I'm reminded of the days before
When, waiting at the bedside
Books did not stack up.
Perhaps because I lack the time
Most inspiration I obtain
Merely in the presence of
Books, less for the inner stain
But for company
To find an animal and call
It by a name, without respect
Of a title, as demanded
By any man, from any sect
Is just being rude
Across the line upon the ground
To walk across, to feel that split
Of walking between two world
The TypewriterThe Typewriter
It began and ended with a word.
Not a particularly strong or powerful word, but a word that changed everything. It wasn't too long or difficult to spell. It wasn't uncommon either. In fact, it was a perfectly ordinary word, but, I suppose, its commonplace origin is what made it so special.
I loved that word.
But the word doesn't mean much without the story along with it and I was always one for telling good stories.
I ignored the call from the other room and remained seated. That tone wasn't unfamiliar. Taking a bite from my toast, I waited for him to call again. It wouldn't be more than ten—
"Sammy! Come q
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