THE JUNK MAIL VARIATIONS: OPPORTUNITIES MAY ARISE IN AN INSTANT, OR THEY MAY DEVELOP
For then the ground car
hit a deep rut and lurched,
which knocked the scribing
pad from his lap
With a frown he picked it
up and dusted it off
He hated
this gritty, filthy planet,
but was stuck here
His thoughts
drifted...
hit a deep rut and lurched,
which knocked the scribing
pad from his lap
With a frown he picked it
up and dusted it off
He hated
this gritty, filthy planet,
but was stuck here
His thoughts
drifted...
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