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Tonight your hosts, Hugh of HughJODonnell.com, Rich the Time Traveler, Opop, and Jurd, chase Peter Parker’s roommates for their share of the rent.
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Hari cradled his head in his hands, attempting to block out the smokey sweet smell of freshly-charred human flesh
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As soon as he stepped from the 747’s controlled climate the dry Arizona air began to bake Mukki’s lungs.
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There was no hiss, nor rattle of warning, one moment they were speaking and the next the tent to Gord’s left seemed to explode into motion.
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The conversation on the night of their unexpected meeting was so celebratory that Mukki was forced to repeat most of the details the following day when they met for dinner.
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Tonight your hosts, Hugh of HughJODonnell.com, Rich the Time Traveler, Opop, and Jurd, find themselves in a warp zone.
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Seeing the shredded seats, deployed airbag, and tornado trail of upholstery and glass had brought a reality to his friend’s words.
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Without physical records to pin them in place, the events, like the town of Jackfish itself, became a receding memory only touched upon by sentimentalists and conspiracy theorists.
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You wouldn’t be so eager to sleep if you’d seen the damned thing.
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He had argued to no end, then been dragged into the boat by a hand so firm it left four brown bars across his forearm.
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