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That Street Which Is Protected That Street Which Is Protected By Humans
I don't suppose you've been there. Or perhaps you saw a sign and some shadows and stayed away. It is a dark place. Caught in some limbo of eternal night. Twice in one night I visited that street. I intended to go to a mall near my house. It would have been a drive of five minutes, but impatient I am and the driveway was blocked by cars. That Street Which Is Protected
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TIN CompanyI’m not a ‘good guy’. One look into my soul is enough to prove that. Any darkness I’ve ever seen out in the ‘Real World’ is still there inside me, and usually far worse that what I actually faced. And yet they call me a hero. It’s not that I wear spandex or that they know my face or even my name. I simply do the things they wish they could do. Although the only reason they can’t is because they won’t let themselves. Kinda funny sometimes. Walking down a street, nodding “Hi” to the community impact offi TIN Company
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Rotarran Part 2The sun was a bit higher in the sky when my friend casually sauntered to the entrance of an office building (Ye Auld Smith & Company, LLC). Using only my peripheral vision, I watched him pause a moment in the doorway, spot me, and enter the building. A dull ache in my forehead that I had not hitherto noticed (or rather had chalked up to some kind of side effect of planar travel or possibly of dieing) blossomed into agony, and momentarily blinded I stepped around a no parking sign, placed my forehead against it, and stepped back. The pain was gone. Planar travel in places with different temporal stan Rotarran Part 2
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The only logical beginningAs my mental faculties inevitably decline, I’ve decided that I’d like the story of my life to be recorded somewhere. And so I write it, hoping that not too much is forgotten. And so I shall begin, at the only logical place, on the day that I died. The bullet that killed me came from a gun wielded by my best friend. Perhaps this seems a bit unusual, but even the most solitary being needs friends, and as he (Peter, I later learned his name to be) was the first person upon whom I had laid eyes, I immediately decided that he was my best friend. So I asked him his name. I The only logical beginning
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As my mental faculties inevitably decline, I’ve decided that I’d like the story of my life to be recorded somewhere. And so I write it, hoping that not too much is forgotten. And so I shall begin, at the only logical place, on the day that I died. The bullet that killed me came from a gun wielded by my best friend. Perhaps this seems a bit unusual, but even the most solitary being needs friends, and as he (Peter, I later learned his name to be) was the first person upon whom I had laid eyes, I immediately decided that he was my best friend. So I asked him his name. I suppose that by standard temporality, it was only after I asked him his name that he shot me. But I was new to this plane, and had much to learn. Right then, as I was saying… He shot me, I asked him his name, he set down his gun (or picked it up…

, and I followed him out into the street. Here my attempt to follow him devolved into a chase and a confusing one at that. Peter was marvelously good at hiding and every time I attempted to make eye contact, he would vanish into the crowd, or into a store, or maybe he had a personal cloaking field (just kidding, I know such technology isn’t present on this plan any more). Point being, every time I looked at him, he would disappear. It took me about ten minutes to figure out the way to play this bizarre game, but soon enough I studiously ignored him while walking in his general direction and he led me on without much trouble after that.