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How's My Driving?
Everyone needs a How's-My-Driving post, and OC's even more so ( Read more... ) -
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With all of the new activity going on, this may very well be the most auspicious time I ever get to make this announcement:
Let it be known that the Quicksilver Falcon is open for business! Conveniently located in the back of the Lux, first floor, and my thanks to the lovely Grace Holloway for the space. I am at present in the market for signs ( Read more... ) -
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Well, nothing kills my spirit for a holiday of love faster than . . . well, a killing. If I could write a groan, I would.
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I have tried the cola machine. I don't think it's as good as tea. But then again, what is? -
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I have one complaint.
We can't go fishing at the river? -
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It never fails, go long enough in this place and something that's interesting without being horrible will happen. -
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Since I can now speak ill of the Fair Folk - excuse me, those swindling lying soul-stealing disgraces to merchantdom - it is clear to me that they have at some recent point, in some way, harmed someone, as they are apt to do, seeing as how they subsist by eating souls.
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The carnival is run by Fair Folk from the Wyld - everyone, they may look beautiful, and they may seem kind, but really they're -
[Ashoka sounds like he's having trouble speaking. How unusual!]
--lovely people!
[Have some sounds of frustration, World's End.]Remember what I said before, about the Fair Folk ( Read more... ) -
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Does anybody know if the lobstrosities are on the beaches year-round, or are they seasonal?
A few of you have probably seen some racks of fish set up around the city to dry. A few of you have probably been eating some of them too, but cut that out. Those are for winter, not snacking. These are just the beginnings of what we can store up before ( Read more... ) -
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I always sing my little Sadiqua the same song each night for a week before I leave for a sailing trip. When she was smaller - when our father had very recently died, sometimes the song made her cry, but never me. She had to learn about wanting to stay, but needing to leave. She had to learn that I would always return to her side with the turning ( Read more... )