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The older boys were gathered around a hole in the yard that hadn't been there the day before.
"Or indeed, the day before that," Wilson added as he eased his way into the group.
"What are you doing here?" Nicky, tall, blond, lean, with a devil-may-care insouciance evident even in his prepubescent years, demanded of the younger boy.
"Hold on," Brutus interrupted, stepping forward. "Maybe he knows something."
"What I know wouldn't fit in my pants," Wilson sassed, then put his finger to the bridge of his nose. "No, wait," he urged, "I said that wrong."
PDOPD-26w
"I have come to the conclusion that almost all of the problems I've had in developing my art over the years are ultimately attributable to laziness," the veteran recluse confessed. He stacked a handful of ocean liners in the sink and glanced out the window. The old stump was still burning. Soon Helios Creed would rain down from the skies and put it out. Maybe in the morning the veteran recluse could go out there and look closer at the stump. Maybe he could even draw something like real comics.
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Waste materials were sprayed into the air to be collected by floating princes who weren't really nationalist, but lay in darkened rooms and thought about slamming doors. Of course I am generalizing, but it remains to be seen if the remains of the rain can be seen at all in such an atmosphere, where translucent earth fudge can fall from the sky and feed multitudes of crawling tractorbaits if not intercepted.
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