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It's superstition time! I solemnly swear, there's an evil forcefield invading my little sphere of influence. The closer I get to "home," the decay begins. To whit: *temperature gauge climbs in the Volvo *the reception is... quite cool. Not as in "groovy" *the TV turns on, then blinks off permantently... rendering my tape of 24 impotent *the forecast promises five more days of rain Give. Me. Strength. And, deep-down thanks to those who do. "Watson... the Needle!" |
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