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To: Rambi who wrote (417)	10/26/1999 8:28:00 PM
From: Nuni	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 1264

Rambi, You Beetch! E offered him to me first! I am focusing on his swimsuit pose, and you're talking about enstrumens... or is that the same thing? I'm getting confused...

To: Rambi who wrote (417)	10/26/1999 11:07:00 PM
From: Jacques Chitte	Respond to of 1264

It was past midnight, starless and silent. It was so cold that the occasional patch of snow had sintered into a noisy treacherous crust. The figure stealing between these insensate sentries approached this place, a new and conspicuous construction in a flatland of strangely uniform shanties and debris. There was a neat dirt plaza in front of this new longhouse. It was too late for any but the insomnic to notice his intrusion, and none seemed to notice. High in the frozen sky, the Lion sat on the Serpent's back. In the southwest the Dog Star held court. Rigel sat on the horizon, casting a slow baleful saccade across the blasted horizon. Bubric Ozymandias al-Suhail Crockett laid his pack upon the flat centerstone inscribed with signs of feminine power. He opened his bearhide cloak, which bore the scars of many a trade gone bad in the past year. The form emerging underneath was lean - positively scrawny to those who remembered a sleeker, better-nourished Bub. His eyes burned as bright as ever. He reached into a bag attached to his waist, past the Casull that was down to a mere two rounds. He produced a small wrapped object. He slowly unwrapped it, revealing a cabochon of lapis. He carefully refolded the silk, laid the stone on the center of the black tabula, angled toward the appropriate inscription. "Ah spoke fer yew", he whispered, inclined his head under the frozen winter predawn, then closed his cloak and picked up his distressingly light pack. He disappeared the way he came, leaving not even footprints.