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| Let's make a story. Add one sentence for every commit: |
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| CHAPTER 1: |
| It was a dark and blinky night; the rain fell in torrents -- except at |
| occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which |
| swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along |
| the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that |
| struggled against the elements. A hooded figure emerged. |
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| It was a Domo-Kun. |
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| "What took you so long?", inquired his wife. |
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| Silence. Oblivious to his silence, she continued, "Did Mr. Usagi enjoy the |
| waffles you brought him?" "You know him, he's not one to forego a waffle, |
| no matter how burnt," he snickered. |
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| The pause was filled with the sound of compile errors. |
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| CHAPTER 2: |
| The jelly was as dark as night, and just as runny. |
| The Domo-Kun shuddered, remembering the way Mr. Usagi had speared his waffles |
| with his fork, watching the runny jelly spread and pool across his plate, |
| like the blood of a dying fawn. "It reminds me of that time --" he started, as |
| his wife cut in quickly: "-- please. I can't bear to hear it.". A flury of |
| images coming from the past flowed through his mind. |
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| "You recall what happened on Mulholland drive?" The ceiling fan rotated slowly |
| overhead, barely disturbing the thick cigarette smoke. No doubt was left about |
| when the fan was last cleaned. |
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| There was a poignant pause. |
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| CHAPTER 3: |
| Mr. Usagi felt that something wasn't right. Shortly after the Domo-Kun left he |
| began feeling sick. He thought out loud to himself, "No, he wouldn't have done |
| that to me." He considered that perhaps he shouldn't have pushed so hard. |
| Perhaps he shouldn't have been so cold and sarcastic, after the unimaginable |
| horror that had occurred just the week before. |
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| Next time, there won't be any sushi. Why sushi with waffles anyway? It's like |
| adorning breakfast cereal with halibut -- shameful. |
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| CHAPTER 4: |
| The taste of stale sushi in his mouth the next morning was unbearable. He |
| wondered where the sushi came from as he attempted to wash the taste away with |
| a bottle of 3000¥ sake. He tries to recall the cook's face. Purple? |
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| CHAPTER 5: |
| Many tears later, Mr. Usagi would laugh at the memory of the earnest, |
| well-intentioned Domo-Kun. Another day in the life. That is whe he realized that |
| life goes on. |
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| TRUISMS (1978-1983) |
| JENNY HOLZER |
| A LITTLE KNOWLEDGE CAN GO A LONG WAY |
| A LOT OF PROFESSIONALS ARE CRACKPOTS |
| A MAN CAN'T KNOW WHAT IT IS TO BE A MOTHER |
| A NAME MEANS A LOT JUST BY ITSELF |
| A POSITIVE ATTITUDE MEANS ALL THE DIFFERENCE IN THE WORLD |
| A RELAXED MAN IS NOT NECESSARILY A BETTER MAN |
| NO ONE SHOULD EVER USE SVN |
| AN INFLEXIBLE POSITION SOMETIMES IS A SIGN OF PARALYSIS |
| IT IS MANS FATE TO OUTSMART HIMSELF |
| BEING SURE OF YOURSELF MEANS YOU'RE A FOOL |
| AM NOT |
| ARE TOO |
| IF AT FIRST YOU DON'T SUCCEED: TRY, EXCEPT, FINALLY |
| AND THEN, TIME LEAPT BACKWARDS |