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Spend This Morning With Me

by Russ Wrighton

He was no longer genuinely impressed by the new machines. Ptath, spend this morning with me, listen to what I have to say.
It would be interesting to know the number of names. Other shapes blurred in and out of focus.
At nightfall they pitched camp and dined upon molluscs and crabs. The room was in almost complete darkness.

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