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And yet as much as the country's--and indeed parts of the world's--hearts were with him, as much as his room in the home got filled with dolls and stuffed animals and candies and clothes that he could do nothing with, nobody was paying the medical bills. Articles did not feed Zal or his staff of scientists and doctors. One day maybe, someone would say. But the odds, another would say.
— Mar 16, 2015 07:52AM
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Manning shook his head and looked away, chuckling. "It's money. It's all money. I'm getting paid, you're getting paid." Silber nodded, with a demented smile. "And that's about as close as I get to meaning myself. World Trade, plus or equal sign, money. Those go together, right? That means something, right?" Manning nodded. "Sure as hell, it does. Nothing means more than money. That's all we got."
— Mar 21, 2015 07:05AM
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Hendricks almost didn't recognize the stumbling gaunt Zal, drenched in the stench of booze, muttering to himself like a typical city indigent. When the thing almost fell over him at the door, Hendricks suddenly realized it was him, his son. He took him into his arms, to which Zal responded with a failed punch, not realizing whose arms he was in, but Hendricks caught the blow.
— Mar 20, 2015 09:08AM
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"Okay, Zal. What would you like to tell me?" Zal searched his head, his month, for something to eclipse any judgment of Asiya and their escalated status. All he thought of was the Mistake. Rhodes would be all over that, but what else did he have? "Do you want to know about the show?"
— Mar 19, 2015 08:41AM
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"How did youknow the exact second I was coming?" was the first thing he asked her. She said simply, "I know things, Zal. And of course, I was looking out the window. Not for you, really. I just do that."
— Mar 18, 2015 09:31AM
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"Little over four more hours," she said. "What do you think is going to happen anyway?" "I don't have any idea," Zal said. "Probably nothing, is what my father says, though." "A lot of shit could hit hte fan," she said, grabbing an apple from a large bowl. There she went again--shit--cursing. Shit and apple contradicted each other so thoroughly, he thought he went deaf and blind for a moment.
— Mar 17, 2015 12:30PM
