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And Chapter 31 sat, just quietly, and smelled the flowers. | ||||
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...whilst Douglas sat with the smell of dandelion wine in his olfactories. And remembered. "Live Forever!" | ||||
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... and I sat with the smell of rotting starfish in mine. ================================================ "I don't know anything" | ||||
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Do you know, if we keep this up, we could write a short story. "Live Forever!" | ||||
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Ferdinand! | ||||
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Three words at a time. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Suddenly, I awoke... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ -Who's Next?- ================================================ "Years from now we want to go into the pub and tell about the Terrible Conflagration up at the Place, do we not?" | ||||
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Alright forget "Suddenly, I awoke", for doesn't one always awaken suddenly? You're asleep, then you're awake. Forget that. "There I was, ..." ================================================ "I don't know anything." | ||||
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There I was, facefirst in gutterland... She stood silently looking out into the great sallow distances of sea bottom, as if recalling something, her yellow eyes soft and moist... rocketsummer@insightbb.com | ||||
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There I was, facefirst in gutterland, lip bleeding and *** Bravo Braling II. No bullfights today. | ||||
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There I was, facefirst in gutterland, lip bleeding and prosthetic leg missing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ | ||||
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There I was, facefirst in gutterland, lip bleeding and prosthetic leg missing. Oh, the shame! - Phil Deputy Moderator | Visit my Bradbury website: www.bradburymedia.co.uk | Listen to my Bradbury 100 podcast: https://tinyurl.com/bradbury100pod | ||||
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But all was not lost! | ||||
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================================================ Three (5) words, Frank. ================================================This message has been edited. Last edited by: grasstains, | ||||
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There I was, facefirst in gutterland, lip bleeding and prosthetic leg missing. Oh, the shame! But all was not lost! For, I still ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ | ||||
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had my Etch-a-sketch. She stood silently looking out into the great sallow distances of sea bottom, as if recalling something, her yellow eyes soft and moist... rocketsummer@insightbb.com | ||||
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