|Subject:||[prfw] Re: my toccat|
|Date:||Sun, 7 Jan 2007 22:23:29 +0100|
twisted a bit further. It looked as though even the stolid Captain was
boys go and live with the men-and never see their mothers again.
better. But all that is in the future. First let us look at the past.
must be somewhere deep in the city, behind walls the radio signals
We gaped in silence, lost for words. There were two of the vehicles,
We filled our packs, kept the good-bys as brief as possible, loaded
Your restraints will be removed and you will be given an orientation
whispered. Back against the wall.
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