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The Summer of 1978I remember sitting on the garden wall, when everyone else was inside, sitting on that old stone wall, under the grey-coloured sky. My skinny little legs poking out of my yellow summer time shorts swung underneath me. My heels smacking on the stone. The stream trickled by, swirling around the weeds and stones. I could hear the voices behind me, in the house. My sister was screaming. She was fourteen, and she wasn't getting her way, that's why I was out here. The year was 1978, and the summer had been hot, hotter than I could ever remember it being in my nine years of life. England wasn't a very hot country, but my shoulders turned red, blisterThe Summer of 1978


78 NumbersWashington DC Secret Service Laboratory 11:23 PM78 Numbers
Nathan McCallister sat at his desk, computer beeping quietly in front of him. He was nearly done his work. It was almost time to test it yes almost time. McCallister fingered the buttons on his lab coat, fiddling as the information uploaded onto his computer. McCallister worked for the secret service, he was a scientist, he was researching methods of quieting crowds. Calming riots. With the war going on in the middle east this would be a very crucial weapon. A non -violent weapon to ease the end of the war. It was the only reason McCallister got involv
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My eight inch abe wants to talk to you.
he's in my pants.
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Rise up in the cafeteria and stab them with your plastic forks.
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What kind of project?
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wel i've seen your flag on the marble arch
our love is not a victory march
it's a cold
and it's a broken
hallelujah
I'll write who photographed it right by where I put my own name.
sound good?
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My eight inch abe wants to talk to you.
he's in my pants.
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Rise up in the cafeteria and stab them with your plastic forks.
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which photo are you thinking of using?
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wel i've seen your flag on the marble arch
our love is not a victory march
it's a cold
and it's a broken
hallelujah
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My eight inch abe wants to talk to you.
he's in my pants.
...
Rise up in the cafeteria and stab them with your plastic forks.
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*~* To Be HaTeD iS kNoWn*~*
I'm glad you think so. =]
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wel i've seen your flag on the marble arch
our love is not a victory march
it's a cold
and it's a broken
hallelujah
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*~* To Be HaTeD iS kNoWn*~*
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...wait, did I just type that out loud?
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