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Dead Cap Babies

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The denseness of the sitting-room furnishings, together with its chocolate brown wallpaper and deep-blue fitted carpet, gave it a premature receptivity to the advancing dusk. Although, at 7:30, it was obvious that there was plenty of light left on the other side of its two tall windows, the texture of

It’s Thursday Already? Carpenter Afternoon Hang-Out

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Maybe it's just me, but the week immediately after the Superb Owl always tend to drag a little. There's almost a sense of dread, the looming off-season is now officially here, and the build-up for the game this week isn't there. If you're Jest or The Pauls fan, it's a

Monday Open Thread – Warhammer 40k Book Review – Night Lords Omnibus

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*Remember Games Workshop owns everything Warhammer including the Black Library which is named after an in-game location and is their publishing arm. Many of the stories of the battles, wars, campaigns and daily life of the galaxy are told from the side of the Imperium (the good guys - if the

No Exit: Your 2023 New England Patriots Season Preview

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SCENE: A locker room in retro Foxboro Stadium style. A massive, oversized, but dinged up Lombardi Trophy stands alone in a dusty display case.   ROBERT KRAFT [enters, accompanied by the LOCKER ROOM ATTENDANT, and glances around him]: Hm! So here we are?  LOCKER ROOM ATTENDANT: Yes, Mr. Kraft.  KRAFT: And this is what

The Cider House Rhules

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The news arrived at 3 p.m., almost to the minute. It was fully expected. Coach Rhule walked to the stadium and took one last look at the empty stands. Later, the groundskeeper whom Rhule rarely acknowledged admitted he was surprised that Rhule spoke to him; but because Rhule spoke after the

Waiting For Football: Your 2020 New England Patriots Season Preview

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A football stadium. A goalpost. Evening. (SULLY, sitting on a sideline, is trying to take off his shoe. He pulls at it with both hands, panting. He gives up, exhausted, rests, tries again. As before. Enter TAWMMY.) SULLY: (Giving up again) Nothin’ tah be done. TAWMMY: (Advancing with short, stiff strides, legs

THE ROAD to Area 51

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banner image via He carefully checked the expansive sky for signs of rain as he loaded the saddlebags on his Harley. The gun was probably not necessary since the last live human he saw had been over 4 months ago. Out here in the desert though? Probably best to be safe. The