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A group of coffee warehouse workers looked around the warehouse and grumbled.
We walk past their framed photos on the way into the office.
We didn’t know a U boat was on our tail until the torpedoes hit our ship.
When it comes to your health, it is important to keep a sense of perspective.
Artificial Intelligence. Machine Learning.
Old Man Potter wheeled his chair down the street to the bridge, muttering how that damned George Bailey had gotten the best of him.
The next topic is Sharp scissors
LIZZIE
Lock the fancy suitcase with that fancy padlock you bought for a fortune.
RICHARD
Turning Japanese
SERENDIPIDY
You can try the door, but I’m afraid you’ll find it’s locked.
TOM
Nova Zimla
Max moved towards the center of the onyx platform. A lime green light fell across the roll of vermilion bullets brass kiosk. He took out a silver crow and sled it into the vending machine. Max scanned the red tokens for New Tokyo. Q37 for right next to New Moscow. Didn’t wanted to do that again, Max mused. As soon as the bullet dropped into the bottom of the vending machine a bullet train materialized. The door sled open and he continued to the bar. He was going to need a neat High ball to bit the bullet. Phase-Shift initiated.
NORVAL JOE
Billbert tugged harder at the ring, It was like it had become a part of him.
Sabrina said, “It won’t come off. We’re locked together.”
“Forever?” Billbert gasped.
“No. If I take mine off at the same time as you do, they will come off.”
Billbert pointed at her ring. “Take it off.”
She shook her head. “We have a lot to do together. I will take it off at our journey’s end.”
“You make this sound like a fantasy novel, like we have to travel together,” Billbert grumbled.
“Since this afternoon,” Sabrina said mysteriously. “I would think that’s clear.”
PLANET Z
We used to decorate the soda machines for Christmas, covering them with pine branches and lights and ornaments. Or we’d wrap them in gift wrap and tie them up with ribbons and bows. Steal a mannequin from a department store and dress it up like Santa. Lay it across the top of the row of machines like it was passed out, empty bottle of Jack fixed in its white mittened hand. Real vomit on its fake beard, all over the front of the red and white suit. Santa’s helpers helped with that, thanks to the bottle of Jack they emptied.
Medusa turned to stone anyone who gazed upon her face.
The rioters and looters swept across the mall, looting everything they could.
To the people who misconfigure and screw up the laundry center’s payment controls, broken tap panels and slots and readers, I wish you unwell.
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