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HEY! This word has been used before! Nearly three years ago, I believe. I remember distinctly because it inspired me to write one of my first short stories, about a plane that takes off from a runway without a pilot, locking it's own doors with the crew inside, and crashing into an oncoming 747.
You sir, are a gentleman and a scholar!
You are too kind, sir! You are the gentleman, and the scholar!
Bah! I am but a simple laborer in the full accounting of things. It is you who are to be esteemed!
No, no, no! You are too modest friend. I am just a humble servant of my fellow man. You are the one who should be honored!
Pish posh, it should be you!
No, I must insist, it is you!
Not so good sir, not me, but you!
Ahh, but I surely you can see that it is you!
No, no, you!
No, you!
You!
YOU!
NO! YOU! GODDAMNIT YOU!
YOU ABSOLUTE FOOL! YOU!
BLAST YOUR INSANITY, YOU MADMAN! IT'S YOU!
ARE YOU OFF YOUR BLOODY ROCKER YOU SYPHILITIC BUFFOON?! IT IS YOU!
YOUR MOTHER MUST HAVE SUBSISTED ON MERCURY AND LIES WHILST YOU WERE IN THE WOMB, FOR THAT IS THE ONLY REASON WHY I CAN FATHOM YOU TO BE SO THOROUGHLY DEMENTED AS TO THINK THAT IT IS NOT YOU!
IF YOU WERE NOT THE CONSUMMATE GENTLEMAN THAT YOU ARE I SHOULD HAVE TO HAVE YOU COMMITTED TO AN ASYLUM FOR THE SENSELESS IDIOCY WITH WHICH YOU NOW COMPORT YOURSELF!
YOU FILCHING, FACETIOUS, FLATULENT, FU--
Ahem, pardon me gentlemen, but might a good lady such as myself importune you as to whether I must use this trolley to reach the apothecary's street or take another?
Why, yes madam, stay on this car for two more stops and it shall deposit you right upon its corner.
I crouched in the warm window seat, the glass on my left, the curtains on my right, nestled in my secret alcove, hidden from the world.
I pawed my way through the sand, grasping feebly at the grains, trying to find a purchase.
"Just... a little... further... It's right... there..."
"...and this is all that's left."
"Wow. Sounds like there's a lot of emotion packed into that little thing."
"Yeah, there really is. I've supercharged it with my intentions, haven't I?"
"That's how it goes, that's how it goes."
If ever there was a paralyzing word... I really don't know where to start with this one. People, people, so many people. So many stories! How many stories are out there, just waiting to be told, to be heard? Waiting for you...
Seems like oneword.com is flexing its coloring muscles. Is it supposed to be black themed, or is my computer just tripping? Flex dose...
"Freeze dried, is more like it!" he moped.
"Yeah, well it's something, so eat it and shut up."
Filled with corporate ammunition, or in the case of independent magazines, anti-mainstream-corporation-it's the system-it's the man-down with the system!-fight the man! ammunition.
It was a rather confusing tradition. Should they offer you any refreshment--tea or sweets--you were to refuse. Yet they would still bring you some tea or sweets. You would still thank them for their hospitality, but if you did not wish to consume any of the food, you would not have to. It was just the polite way to do things. Nobody told me what you should do if you did want to eat some...
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