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|    15 Sep 25 01:37:21    |
      [continued from previous message]              the lights flickered on       the lights were on       the edges looked fuzzy       the chances were he would       the others gave him their attention       the others followed him       both men climbed back into the       the clouds moved quickly through       these people were not very       the lights went out in the       the lights turned on       the others were       the tears came to his own eyes       that tears began to well up in his eyes       the contents were gone       the men set off       all circuits are busy       some things are worse things than       the stakes are high       the moon's light, obscured by the       no words that could express       the ones that       these days that was       those people who       that didn't       that evening       that guy       that information       that kind       that moment       that night       that possibility       that time       that wasn't       that way       that wouldn't       the ability       the air       the angle       the answer       the arrival       the audience       the back       the beginning       the bottom       the building       the car       the case       the center       the city       the clock       the cold       the computer       the corner       the course       the dark       the darkness       the database       the day       the direction       the distance       the document       the door       the edge       the empty       the end       the engine       the entire       the entrance       the expression       the extent       the extra       the fact       the feel       the feeling       the floor       the following       the form       the front       the ground       the hatch       the heart       the heat       the idea       the importance       the impression       the information       the iphone       the key       the kind       the lack       the light       the line       the lock       the look       the machine       the man       the middle       the mirror       the moment       the morning       the music       the need       the network       the night       the number       the opposite       the outside       the parking       the part       the past       the phone       the place       the point       the possibility       the problem       the process       the program       the prospect       the question       the rain       the reason       the rest       the right       the road       the room       the screen       the security       the sense       the shock       the side       the sight       the situation       the size       the sky       the sort       the sound       the source       the street       the stuff       the sun       the system       the table       the thing       the thought       the time       the top       the traffic       the truth       the type       the verge       the view       the wall       the way       the weight       the whole       the wind       the window       the world       this case       this moment       this morning       this place       this point       this sort       this time       this wasn't       a moment to       an effort to       any effort to       a pleasure to       a reason to       a way to       a return to the       the door to the house swung open       the door to the room was stuck       the closer to the       the door to the       the drive to the       the way to the       no closer to       no desire to       no need to       no place to       no reason to       no time to       no way to       a moment to he       some time to       the ability to       the answer to       the decision to       the door to       the entrance to       the had to       the idea to       the key to       the need to       the opportunity to       the tried to       the way to       a moment to realize       no need to worry about       no one to share       the way to determine       all around was       another week passed       the clock struck twelve       another screen monitored the       the sky was a clear blue       no one seemed the least bit       no one had the opportunity to       no one noticed the       no one questioned the       no one had a more       the map was a       the page displayed the       the thing resembled a       the thought was both       the trouble was the       the trouble was there were no       no one cared about the       the place was like a       the message came through loud and       no one believed that       a waitress came with his coffee       the door closed behind him       the joke was on him       the man looked like he had       that reality was that       the fact was that       the guy looked like       the irony was that       the problem was that       the question was whether       the reality was that       the result was that       the story was that       the truth was that       the writing was in       the tension was thick as       the sun was high overhead       no explanation was necessary       the situation looked more       the connection was fuzzy       the course was clear       the door clicked open       the door swung open       the line went dead       the rest was easy       the room was cold       the sky was blue       the notion sent chills down his       the door slammed shut       the latch clicked shut       the reasoning made sense       no one had time to       no one answered       no one came       no one dared       no one had       no one knew       no one moved       no sooner had       the thought filled him with       the trouble was he might still be       no one called him       no one noticed him       no sooner had his       the thought made him almost       the fact was he didn't have much of an       the trouble was he didn't know what       the answer satisfied her       the fear overwhelmed him       the thought made him       the thought terrified him       the thought upset him       the trouble was he       the trouble was he didn't really       no sooner had he done that than       the rain came suddenly and without       the man was not a       no one did anymore except       the light was still on       the point was not that       the grass was still wet       the sky was still dark       the window was too dark to see       no one had ever       no one knew exactly       no one was there       the difference was not so clear       the matter was far too important to be       this way was not much used       the bridge was ahead       the game was up       the guy looked particularly       the idea was so       the man was hardly       the power was off       the road curved ahead       this too was not       the secret was apparently to       the air had suddenly grown cold       no one had ever been so       the assumption had always been       the circuitry was badly damaged       the trouble was he'd been       some searching had       the air was       the computer was       the difficulty became       the door slammed       the door was       the feeling was       the image disappeared       the light was       the man had       the man looked       the man was       the need was       the problem was       the process was       the program indicated       the resemblance was       the road curved       the room was       the simulation ended       the situation demanded       the situation was       the sky was       the sound was       the sun was       the that was       the thing was       the time came       the time was       the traffic was       the trouble was       the vision vanished       the wind was       this being said       this too was       the image changed to a       the computer came to life       no one seemed to       the alternative was to       the challenge was to       the idea was to       the man started to       the plan was to       the thought occurred to       the trick was to       all he'd had to keep       no one had to know that       a crowd was forming       the computer was interpreting the       a surprise was waiting for       that program was running now       the computer was monitoring       the effect was astounding       the storm had come without notice       no one had gone into       the door slammed closed behind       the silence was broken by       the software had changed all that       the damage was done       the door was locked       the night had brought       the problem was gone       no one had bothered to       no one was allowed to       the wind had been blowing all day       no effort had been made to       no one knew where the       the day came when       the time came when       no one knew how to       this wasn't going as he planned       the smoke rising from       the lock snapping open       no doubt having       this time taking       this couldn't be accidental       a door opened       a moment passed       a girl arrived with       a bonfire burned at the       a cry echoed across the       that nothing mattered at all       every muscle ached from       no one bothered about it until       some light filtered through       the air smelled like       this time accompanied by       no one bothered to       that couldn't have been much more than       this couldn't be       no one remembers whether it       no one has       no one knows       no one has ever       the inside is       the screen freezes       the one that       a process that had       the fact that had       the incident that had       no doubt that was to       the computer that operates       a man who       no matter what the       a man who could       some one who could       no idea what       no matter what       no matter what he       no matter what he said       no matter what he had done       the one who       a man who had       no matter what happened       no matter how many times       no matter how close              [continued in next message]              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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