Category: thinking aloud
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I came to the town of Le Mallard in search of my old linguistics professor who had taught at the college I’d graduated from some years ago. In truth, I was less interested in renewing acquaintances with him than in retaking possession of a book I had left in his…
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“We should know pretty soon if he made it or not,” he said. It was almost a question, and he looked up from his disassembled firearm. “Pretty soon,” she agreed. She went back to doing her weapon maintenance. He took in a deep breath and sighed. “You should get some…
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Mic check, mic check. Test, one two three. Check, check.
