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Well, time as elapsed and I'm strapped myself back into the Lateshift Machine, it's whirring gears humming a jaunty tune next to my head as the diodes flicker and electrodes are pressed -- firmly -- to my nipples. I have no clue what to have for dinner, but that's all a bit of a loose proposition until I can get at least a page of sweet, sweet prose down on the story.
For the record and for Decadent's sake, while I have not returned to the hotel detective story, I seem surely invested in mining characters from it and using them! |
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