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I get a message and now I have to check the tapes. In the closet of the Jupiter, there’s a lot of reel-to-reel tapes, cassette tapes—both standard size and microcassette. There’s VHS and DVDs, too. Betamax. CD-ROMs, minidiscs, DATs. I find the one I need, on the
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We find the room, the one that Seth talked about. It smells like old gun parts, gin, and chlorine. Therein, on the top floor, as he said it would be, is the cage. In it, a peach. It’s seen better days. So have I. If you have telepathy at
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At the old pool house + dream #10
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We’re lounging around the Brube, when Nikki walks in. You feel however you feel about that, about her. She’s wearing a messenger bag, which isn’t something I’m used to seeing her in, so I ask her about it. Nikki smirks, walks near me leaving a trail
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No, not that one
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There’s an apartment complex at the intersection of Tradewinds & Povich. Well, I call it that, but it’s a misnomer. It’s like a housing development, I guess, but it’s structured more like an apartment complex in rows. Each unit is like a duplex or row house
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Dad gets back inside, gets seated and situated. There’s college football on the beamtube. Mom put it on earlier. Ordinarily—and by that I mean before his mind was damaged—he would be consumed by this game. He would quite possibly literally be getting up on the couch and
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Three generations, on one swing
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Dream #7
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Dream #8
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Much of the day, Emory had little to do. So she would play this old school turn-based strategy game called Master of Magic on her laptop and listen to music. The gameplay featured two planes of existence, which could be toggled by a button in the corner. Emory really liked
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