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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
Every Angel Deserves a Child"I can't feel the unfurling of my wings, Daddy."
I was not her father. I had entered her life when she was two years old, and she called me Daddy since she never knew her real father. Her mother's death two years ago made me the sole, living parent of an eleven-year-old, and I never felt like I was the right person for the job.
"What do you mean, Asrin?"
"Mom always said that when puberty started I would be the swan that emerged from the ugly duckling. She said I would be able to fly gracefully towards my dreams. But, I don't feel it."
As much of a woman as she was becoming, she was still a child. I wanted to answer her question, but I really had a hard time discussing her blossoming womanhood in the middle of a laundromat. Her pretty eyes were pleading with me, but I told her we'd talk later.
Janet had told Asrin a lot of things before she succumbed to the cancer. The last week or so of Janet's life were morphine-induced fantasy, I think.
Janet and I had met during c
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