GridcosmLevel 398 of 4666
Started on Jun 10, 1999.
Completed on Jun 15, 1999.
Grid poemOH - her memory rang out - extended like the change from her 20 dollar bills he stole a peek and got a hole in one stroke of the oars, disturbing the waters of silky leather shoes as the storn rolled in I felt my discordant dysphoria rising, a sour taste in the back of my throat. I'm just ridin' a bicycle, man ---I ain't peddlin' it do you feel like I do?
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AdministriviaThis is Gridcosm engine version 2.931.
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