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The sirens didn’t eat the sailors
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This story is dedicated to Matthew Paust
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The gated community of Dos was named for one of Babbage’s landmark educational figures, Ms. Dos.
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It was 14:24 official eBay time. Louise had spent hours looking at over 30,000 items under “Elvis Memorabilia"
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No one is going to find us. And even if they did it's just a play someone wrote with you in mind as the lead. No one is going to find us. I could have told you this but I didn't want to spoil your newfound fun. No one is going to find us. The funny…
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in the chicken house
this morning. The second
one this week. I carry the stiff hen
out to the back pasture
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When words were first born
They were like pure prayer
I could see them in the sky
And hear them whispering through your hair
But now they’re like dreams
That only sorrow owns
We still need the sun
We need to find
Solace on the ground
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IThe squirrels danced in the treesthey leapt from branch to limbto the struck down tree trunkthick with barkthe creek was overfilledlightening had lasted for days"Just one more day,"she told herself"Just one more day,"before the sun comes out againthe lightening had cracked…
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