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continuously logged on.........A second stone hit him in the
face an ever accelerating hit count .......and then another. from whence their texts emerged.....Soon all the participants in the woods, the snow was falling....... were hurling merciless words frosted grass in the meadow........across cyberspace. shutdown....... had he been there all along?.......... Multiple angry responses low flying planes............lay naked and exposed on the system an armful of logs....... where anyone who entered like rocks or sharp pieces of broken glass.......could read them. black icy streets................. at regular intervals......... attacking at the crossroads........ the human behind the text............. outside of Durango, Utica, Gainesville, and Alameda. .............................. in flesh to flesh interactions.......... to coax them inside......... blue shirt....................... blue jeans......................... potato soup...................... working............... footprints.......................... a dark corner.................... walking............................. riding................................ the horizon........................
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