Shirley Meier's Blog, page 3
July 31, 2015
174 - What Are You DOING?
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175 - What Are You DOING?
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July 30, 2015
173 - Work Session
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July 29, 2015
172 - One of the Populous
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July 28, 2015
171 - Is General Mud Dead?
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July 27, 2015
170 - Pray For The Sun To Move
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July 24, 2015
169 - Minis is Good At Fixing Things
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July 23, 2015
168 - Those Who Cry Mercy, Win
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July 22, 2015
167 - Your Concern For My Well Being
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July 21, 2015
166 - You're Done, Mum
Captain Eks had a handful of
ammunition left, carefully husbanded and one box left in trusty old Aesh’s hands. The attack had started almost on the heels of
the last storm and only one of the ship traps had blown an Arkan five-banker
into the air, burning.
That had been the
distraction because as the Fehinnans had faced the expected attack, exaulting that they'd killed one of those devil
ammunition left, carefully husbanded and one box left in trusty old Aesh’s hands. The attack had started almost on the heels of
the last storm and only one of the ship traps had blown an Arkan five-banker
into the air, burning.
That had been the
distraction because as the Fehinnans had faced the expected attack, exaulting that they'd killed one of those devil
