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More OpenZine stuff. Moving the story along. You can read it at OpenZine, or at my blog, BigDamnProject.
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May 2
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Those are some great expressions right there. But I'm wondering why Furball looks so um. Generally concerned. Perhaps because she looks so pleased?
Ty strolled up next to him, slipping her hand under his arm. He looked up at her, she down at him. “OK?” She asked.
Furball dropped his eyes. He hadn’t expected that. He nodded.
“What now?” Ty asked. She started across the street, taking him with her.
Furball shrugged. He didn’t feel like talking anymore.
“You wanna go over to the collective?”
Furball stumbled. “The anarchists?”
Ty nodded. Her tail twitched behind her. She watched the sidewalk ahead, her eyes bright.
“Won’t they, like, kill us?”
“Them? Nah. They’re nice. C’mon, I’ll introduce you.”
Furball looked up at Ty. “How do you-?”
“Secret. Can’t tell.”
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