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Looks like the Northwest is going to be cold and snowy all weekend. A few years ago, that meant no power for six days at our house. 1:49 PM Dec 12th from TweetDeck |
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Novelin140: Archeology had brought their fundamental barbarity to light. Now the scientists embraced religion. Dr. Smith left by the rear. 12:15 PM Dec 12th from TweetDeck |
Novelin140: "Lightening can't strike twice," he thought, folding the instructions and lifting the glider onto his shoulders. He was wrong. 12:11 PM Dec 12th from TweetDeck |
Novelin140: Pickles buried the dry hand by the back door and trotted inside. A riot had broken out. Cereal poured over his head. He barked. 12:10 PM Dec 12th from TweetDeck |
Novelin140: "That looks like it hurts," Brenda said, bending over the wound with a candle. Hot wax dripped and she smiled. Later, she slept. 12:07 PM Dec 12th from TweetDeck |
Novelin140: California had wrecked their dreams. Nevada beld them dry. The Wilson family descended on Salt Lake City hungrily, on fumes. 12:05 PM Dec 12th from TweetDeck |
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Novelin140: Ceasar's army bivouacked in the valley below, the women cut their children's throats silently, turning last to their own. Tears. 11:55 AM Dec 12th from TweetDeck |
Novelin140: Bitterly cold, the porter moved along the corridor, rocking with the motion of train. It was Christmas, London loomed. He jumped 11:48 AM Dec 12th from TweetDeck |
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