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-Please, step inside my car. Thanks. We are going by car to look at this "thing".
-Here we are. Lets go out. The woman ask inside building: -Whats that. -I'll show you. The machinery started humming. She felt with her finger on the big wall. She asked: -Is what this was about the other side you talked about in the car? -Now, do you see the light? The red light? He wondered. She put her finger on the red spot on the screen and dissappeared. He did so too. -What is this? she asked. -Look at those big houses. -It's the game. He mentioned. -What can I do here? She asked. He told: -Anything you would like to do. Eat, run, bike, drive a car. Fly an aeroplane. Wisit strange places. And you will never need to visit a toilet. It will be teleported away from the stomache. So will the gas too, from the stomache. -What would you like to do? He asked like a LORD from heaven. She said something I barely could hear. -Well that is not a big thing. Wish again. -What about flying that aeroplane. -Let me see. He started to think. Let us take a taxi to the airport, its more exciting that way. She stepped in the taxi. And he too. They dissappeared to the darkness.
- Tony Niemi
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SIMPLE ECHOES
Whispers still and gray solemn,
In the misty bottle the winds are whispering
- Angelo Castillo
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