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waystation) wrote2018-02-04 05:59 pm
waystation) wrote2018-02-04 05:59 pmic contact (quiet place)
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waystation) wrote2018-02-04 05:59 pm
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That suits you better than it does me, with the pirate eye patch and all. It's a deal, thanks. It's nice you'd share. Someone else might have just hoarded it.
I don't know what's weirder, that stuff just magically appeared in your basement, or the natives could have a side business farming for space junk.
I met a woman named Dorothy from Kansas who had a dog named Toto, too. The way you described it reminds me of that story, you know? Getting sucked up in a tornado and ending up who knows where with a house and some slippers.
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[ Sometimes, more like a nightmare. ]
They probably keep all the good space junk for themselves. Y'know, like the lasers and jet packs.
Actually, Eddie and Richie were both on a space station before this, right? So maybe we really will get a piece of that action.
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[One of many secrets the natives either don't know enough about, or don't trust them enough to tell about. The random items showing up are weird at any rate.]
That's right, Eddie told me about that. I think I would've preferred to go there and see stars and float around.
[... The good kind of zero g floating, not the bad killer clown variety.]
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I guess the stars around here ain't so bad.
[ They were kind of nice, actually, and you could see them without having to drive outside the city to escape all the light pollution. The exact opposite of Tokyo. ]
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[Before his life flipped upside down.
He'd thought something similar in Mid-World, how bright the stars had been without the lights of the city to compete with, how quiet and still it was without a single humming telephone pole.]