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Released some more, fixed more overfull hboxes, re-encoded art
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\else
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\thispagestyle{empty}
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\hbox{}\vfill
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\@chapimg\par\nobreak
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\hfill\small Artwork by \@chapartist\par\nobreak
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\noindent
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\includegraphics[width=\textwidth]{\@chapimg}
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\par\nobreak
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\hfill Artwork by \@chapartist
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\par\nobreak
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\vfill\hbox{}
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\fi
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\chapauth{}
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horrors2.ltx
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horrors2.ltx
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\usepackage{url}
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\usepackage[pdftex]{graphicx}
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\usepackage{hyperref}
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\usepackage[labelformat=empty]{caption}
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\usepackage[labelformat=empty,justification=raggedleft,singlelinecheck=false]{caption}
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\usepackage{chapauth}
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\title{Horrors 2: Clever Title Here}
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@ -118,7 +118,7 @@ and/or blood. Stay strong, pukers.
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\include{stories/Smokey.Thursday}
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\include{stories/Barometer.L_B___V_H_}
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\include{stories/Hamelin.The_Painte}
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%\include{stories/gigz.What_Went_}
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\include{stories/gigz.What_Went_}
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%\include{stories/KryonikMessiah.The_Ninjas}
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\include{stories/IShallRiseAgain.The_School}
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\include{stories/Paracetamol_Boy.The_Smile}
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@ -137,7 +137,7 @@ and/or blood. Stay strong, pukers.
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\include{stories/LesterGroans.Dream_Hyen}
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\include{stories/murdered_by_owls.The_One_Ac}
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\include{stories/fishguzzler.Untitled}
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%\include{stories/TheElectronicOne.In_the_Mir}
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\include{stories/Anonymous.In_the_Mir}
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\include{stories/WhereTheFishLives.The_Horrid}
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\include{stories/on_time_for_once.The_Playgr}
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\include{stories/overnightmike.The_Explod}
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@ -146,7 +146,7 @@ and/or blood. Stay strong, pukers.
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\include{stories/Part_of_Everything.The_Death_}
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\include{stories/Madcosby.Son_Of_Bav}
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\include{stories/Dr_Scoofles.The_Long_F}
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%\include{stories/Peas_and_Rice.The_King}
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\include{stories/Peas_and_Rice.The_King}
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\include{stories/reasonable_form.The_Six_Si}
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%\include{stories/Smeef.The_Old_Ch}
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%\include{stories/jidohanbaiki.The_Ocean}
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%\include{stories/Dirty_Sanchez.A_Tin_of_P}
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%\include{stories/O_Tempora__O_Mores_.The_First_}
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\include{stories/Pro_Swordbro.Nobodys_Sa}
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%\include{stories/Detective_Thompson.Words_Will}
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%\include{stories/Count_Snapula.Dead_Tired}
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\include{stories/Detective_Thompson.Words_Will}
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\include{stories/Count_Snapula.Dead_Tired}
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\include{stories/Creflo_Chronicle.Black_Rive}
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\include{stories/slackerpride.The_Area_t}
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%\include{stories/Yaos.The_Killer}
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\part{The Chronicles Of Biddick}
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\include{stories/VelvetEvoker.Station_66}
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%\include{stories/Donde_Esta.The_Promis}
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\include{stories/Donde_Esta.The_Promis}
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\include{stories/BoldFrankensteinMir.Johnny_the}
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\include{stories/lemonlime.A_Butter_K}
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%\include{stories/Monkey_Trouble.The_Cave}
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\include{stories/invision.Creature_O}
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\include{stories/Scissorfighter.The_Book}
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\include{stories/January.The_Journe}
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%\include{stories/katiekawaii.Shiny_Toy_}
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\include{stories/katiekawaii.Shiny_Toy_}
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\include{stories/rinski.The_Monste}
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\include{stories/BigSkillet.The_Screw_}
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\include{stories/HastyDeparture.A_Red_Sky_}
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\include{stories/lucifer_chikken.The_Wareho}
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%\include{stories/ding_dang_doo.Untitled}
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\include{stories/ding_dang_doo.Untitled}
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%\include{stories/Dominic_Bones.Again}
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\part{I'm out of funny things}
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\part{Luke, {\em I} am your father}
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\include{stories/Quovak.A_Cursed_M}
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%\include{stories/Anal_Surgery.Satanic_Re}
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\include{stories/Anal_Surgery.Satanic_Re}
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%\include{stories/Hantu.I__Lucius_}
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%\include{stories/Brushingworth.Chamber_Po}
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%\include{stories/duck_monster.Luke_Kills}
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%\include{stories/Orgasmo.Make_My_Da}
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\include{stories/Orgasmo.Make_My_Da}
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%\include{stories/kerimeton.White}
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\include{stories/Zahgaegun.The_Pus_St}
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\include{stories/Bonaventure.Horrider_R}
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\chapauth{TheElectronicOne}
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\chapauth{Anonymous}
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\chapter{In the Mirror}
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% The author asked to remain anonymous. Their explanation:
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%
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% My username is really dumb. That's about it.
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%
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% Weird. They also released this story into the public domain.
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Out of the darkness came Rothard Mavalero. Grunting and thumping,
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in Soho many years past.
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``God I've really let myself go since the accident'' he whispered to
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no-one ``maybe I'll look into that Pilates shit{\ldots}or
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no-one ``maybe I'll look into that Pilates shit{\ldots} or
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something.''
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He rolled his one good eye towards the pretty barmaid, a buxom
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tabletop, next to his three empty glasses.
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``Hurr'' he spewed ``That'll teach her not to return my
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flirtations{\ldots}uppity bitch.'' He gave her a smile that would wither
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flirtations{\ldots} uppity bitch.'' He gave her a smile that would wither
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a rose, showing his rotten teeth that were green and yellow as
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vomit.
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Mansion looking like some undead pimp, rolling towards his best
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girl.
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``Those goddamn Vampires'll be vomiting blood from their throats,
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``Those goddamned Vampires'll be vomiting blood from their throats,
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ere this day is finished'' he vowed to heaven above ``Or my name's
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not; Luke Bavarious, Vampire Hunter Extraordinaire!''
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A boy of about 12 happened to be standing nearby, and when he heard
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this his eyes sparkled with a devilish glee.
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``Hey, mister{\ldots}you goin' up to the ol Biddick place?''
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``Hey, mister{\ldots} you goin' up to the ol Biddick place?''
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``So what if I am, you little shit?'' Luke gnashed his rotten
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teeth
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``Better not, I hear them folks is crazy{\ldots}and they got some kinda
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``Better not, I hear them folks is crazy{\ldots} and they got some kinda
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dawg that wanders the grounds during the daytime. Never see 'em
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lessen it's nighttime.''
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Bavarious gave the tyke a once-over, and answered ``Izzat
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right{\ldots}well, guess it's a good thing I have this Beretta then,
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right{\ldots} well, guess it's a good thing I have this Beretta then,
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huh?'' as he spoke, Luke eased his brown courdory overcoat aside,
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showing off a holstered Beretta 9mm, worn gunslinger style, with the
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butt facing forward. ``I imagine {\em this} will take care of that old
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``{\bf Help?}'' Shouted Luke, unconsciously imitating the boy and
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shouting back;``{\bf I don't}---'' he suddenly realised he was shouting,
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and dropped his voice seeing that another couple across the street were
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watching, intently`` I Don't need your help, kid{\ldots}now, buzz
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off{\ldots}get lost{\ldots}scram. Comprende?''
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watching, intently`` I Don't need your help, kid{\ldots} now, buzz
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off{\ldots} get lost{\ldots} scram. Comprende?''
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The nameless waif wondered what the hell ``Comprende'' meant, but the
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rest of the message was clear enough. ``Fine, you ol' bastard{\ldots}go
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rest of the message was clear enough. ``Fine, you ol' bastard{\ldots} go
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on, get yourself killed, see if I care!'' and with that, he ran
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off.
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appeared to be a locked door to the basement, and he put his left ear up
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to it and listened.
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``Hmmmmm, sounds like a heart beating{\ldots}that's odd'' He tried the
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``Hmmmmm, sounds like a heart beating{\ldots} that's odd'' He tried the
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door, but as he had surmised; it was locked!
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Suddenly the door came crashing in on him, and the portal vomited
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forth a huge, black dog{\ldots}some kind of mutant Great Dane he thought
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forth a huge, black dog{\ldots} some kind of mutant Great Dane he thought
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fleetingly, as it quickly bit into his neck, tearing out his
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windpipe and causing Luke to make the most horrid sounds even he,
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in his long career of monster slaying, had ever heard.
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``I woulda showed you the cellar door, and then ol Blackwood there
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woulda never bit ya!''
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``Gurgle..cough, spit'' was all Luke could get out, and as the life
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``Gurgle\ldots{} cough, spit'' was all Luke could get out, and as the life
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ebbed from him, laying on that dirty linoleum kitchen floor, all he
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could think was; ``Shit, why didn't I listen to that kid?'' The boy
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crouched down in front of him, and just as his eye glazed over he
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caught sight of a family portrait on the wall{\ldots}some cheesy mall
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photobooth picture, enlarged, of the boy{\ldots}with the name ``Ben'' in
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caught sight of a family portrait on the wall{\ldots} some cheesy mall
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photobooth picture, enlarged, of the boy{\ldots} with the name ``Ben'' in
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faux spraypaint letters and some other bling he couldn't quite make
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out, before the Angel of Death took him.
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\chapimg{Discount\_Bees}{\includegraphics[width=\textwidth]{art/Discount_Bees-The_Barn.jpg}}
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%\chapimg{Discount\_Bees}{\includegraphics[width=\textwidth]{art/Discount_Bees-The_Barn.jpg}}
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\chapimg{Discount\_Bees}{art/Discount_Bees-The_Barn.jpg}
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\chapauth{Ben Biddick}
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\chapter{The Barn}
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%\chapimg{art/Discount_Bees-The_Horrid.jpg}
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\chapimg{Discount\_Bees}{\includegraphics[width=\textwidth]{art/Discount_Bees-The_Horrid.jpg}}
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%\chapimg{Discount\_Bees}{Discount_Bees-The_Horrid.jpg}
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%\chapimg{Discount\_Bees}{\includegraphics[width=\textwidth]{art/Discount_Bees-The_Horrid.jpg}}
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\chapimg{Discount\_Bees}{art/Discount_Bees-The_Horrid.jpg}
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\chapauth{Ben Biddick}
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\chapter{The Horrid Reflection}
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``Johnny.''
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``What is it, Bavarious?''
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``This doesn't sound like-{\ldots}''
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``This doesn't sound like---{\ldots}''
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Suddenly a little boy sitting on a mall bench hollered out. ``Hey
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mister! I don't think you should go in there,'' he yelled.
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Suddenly a little boy sitting on a mall bench yelled out. ``Hey
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mister! I don't think you should go in there,'' he hollered.
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didn't just see it, either; it was directly behind me, an entire person,
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and he didn't go away until I turned round.''
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My eyebrow, which had just started to head home for the day, turned
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My eyebrow, having just started to head home for the day, turned
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right back around and marched up my forehead. This sounded legitimately
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interesting. Whatever had actually happened, seeing a person plain as
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day is a lot better than imaginary sounds or tricks of light that even
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than they were before, those eyes, and they seem to possess more menace
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than I assume an old lady like that would be able to muster.
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One bony hand wraps around my throat with otherworldy strength, choking
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A bony hand wraps around my throat with otherworldy strength, choking
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off the rest of the sentence. She lifts me off my feet, pulls back, and
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for a brief moment everything is serene.
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to go. His revolver sat snuggly in his jean pockets. He wasn't
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afraid to use it if he was heard.
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Luke's white sneakers sunk into the moist soil, as he crept through the
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Luke's sneakers sunk into the moist soil, as he crept through the
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corn field. He knew something was up. The full moon shined brightly
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into the center of the corn field. In the center of the field stood
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a mounted scarecrow. Its eyes beamed like an illuminating light,
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Basking in the clarity of the moment, the fog lifted, Rogue grabbed
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Basking in the clarity of the moment, the fog lifted, Rogue grab\-bed
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onto his father's hand as he pulled him into the ship. Luke
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hit the burners just as the monsters made their way onto the roof,
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turning them into clouds of flying pink mist, their screams silent
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Suddenly he saw movement. A man or what was once a man or woman
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came dashing out from behind Missile Command. {\sc Out\ldots Of\ldots
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came dashing out from behind Missile Command. {\sc Out\ldots{} Of\ldots{}
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Credits\ldots{}!} it screeched in a slow southern drawl. ``No monster,
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you're out of life'' said Bavarius as he squeezed the trigger
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rapidly and deliberately.
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