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“All things serve the Beam,”
Other worlds than this.
It wasn’t a top but a tower, a still spindle upon which all of existence moved and spun.
“His misfortune, ma’am,” he said. “That was what it was, you’re right. It was his misfortune that was funny.”
It made you wonder what else the ROTC kids were swallowing.
You can write me if you want, but I sort of wish you wouldn’t. It might not be good for either of us. This doesn’t mean I don’t care or remember but that I do.
Sometimes they come back.
He has never worn a red tie in his life, and hopes he can go to his grave untouched by that particular virus.
He slips on a plain blue chambray shirt,
She was a ghost and his head was the haunted house she lived in.
