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remmers
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Nine White Guys
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Jul 18 20:11 UTC 1997 |
There were nine white guys on the team, nine white
guys. Not one of them cast a shadow. Yet my shadow
was clearly visible on the ground. I looked up to
the sky, seeking an explanation.
It occurred to me that my shadow might be springing
from something within me, something I had that those
nine other guys lacked.
I mean, the sky was blue, not a cloud in it.
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snowth
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response 1 of 6:
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Jul 24 04:26 UTC 1997 |
I don't know, sounds like _Field Of Dreams_ to me. "If you build it, they will
come."
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orinoco
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response 2 of 6:
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Aug 9 02:52 UTC 1997 |
Are we talking white or transparent here?
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i
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response 3 of 6:
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Jan 1 05:19 UTC 1998 |
Try replacing your batteries & bulb. If that doesn't work, hide under
the water cooler in the smoker's break room.
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snowth
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response 4 of 6:
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Jan 1 08:23 UTC 1998 |
But only if it's raining men outside. Little green ones, in purple high heels.
And tank tops.
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i
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response 5 of 6:
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Jan 1 14:33 UTC 1998 |
What if it's snowing tall, muscular men in short-but-baggy orange swim
trunks (slightly faded from chlorine & washing)? And what if they're
coming down HARD because the little propellers on their beanie hats
are running backwards with fresh batteries???
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snowth
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response 6 of 6:
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Jan 1 18:38 UTC 1998 |
Then I say you should seek medical help. Immediately. Without fail.
Or you could just going swimming. Whatever.
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