Song of The SousaThe Song of the Sousa Chapter 1 John Danior Tulen of The Sousa was lost. The shops around him were grungy and caked with grime. Paint was faded and old where it wasn’t missing completely. The metal that showed beneath was rusted more often than not. Outside one store a sign reading “Good Stuff- Cheap!” flickered on and off in eerie countermeasure to one of the few remaining overhead lights on the dark corridor. Taken together, they created erratic double shadows that merged and divulged, vanished and reappeared with no apparent pattSong of The Sousa
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Aamir stood on the deck, helmet under his arm and glanced around. Raphael and Sarah stood together watching him, making a stark contrast to each other. The first was a small compact man, with sprazzled whiskers and a glint in his eye. Sarah was a full head taller than him. She also moved with a dancers grace, which was fitting, as she was- at least when she wasn't otherwise occupied being a crack pilot for the Gamma Unit. Nelson crouched in the back slowly, carefully and above all, throughly running the last check on the suits.
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Acido desossiribonucleico! Proparossitono! Lollardo!
Send This To All Your DEVFriends, And Me If I Am 1.
If You Get 7 Back You Are Loved!
1-3 you're a bad DEVfriend
4-6 you're an ok DEVfriend
7-9 you're a good DEVfriend
10-& Up you're a great DEVfriend
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