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January 2, 2009
BIBLIOMANCY

A Qaran copyist in Islamabad went fishing one day even though he didn't expect to catch anything. (He was a pessimist.)

Meanwhile, in England, it was noon, and the Westminster carillon erupted. Mourners came out of the cathedral, and looked up.

Juan was reading about cracklewear. She wondered about the body and pottery; she touched her interclavicle exploratively.

Jimmy Jones joypopped a vial. The club was rocing, and so was he. He approached someone, and that someone recoiled.

The fisherman got something. He fought, and pulled it out. It was a dogfish with a sewing needle in her mouth.