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but now? Steel fortified tear ducts.

emotions? I'd like a refund, please.

There was a dead body on Sandie's back porch, and it was trying to get in. She wrung the coffee out of the front of her shirt, made damn sure that all of her doors and windows were locked, and called Mike. "Mike." "Yeah? Sandie? That you?" "You don't know anything about this, do you?" "About what?" "The zombie." "Come again?" "Mike, there's a zombie on my back porch. It's leaving smears on the glass door. Is it yours?" "I... Could you repeat that?" "Zombie, Mike. It's a dead body in a puddle of nasty, and it's leaving more nasty on my door. God, I can even smell it. This is one thorough job, man." She edged away from the door, keep

Once there was a girl who was in love with the night sky. She had visited planetariums and read children's books on astronomy. She had learned to identify nineteen different constellations and would always look for them on dark, clear nights. She had gotten her father to stick glow-in-the-dark stars and planets to her bedroom ceiling. She had eaten freeze-dried astronaut ice cream and thought it tasted better than anything else in the world. As time passed the girl began to learn about the universe, about things like asteroids and black holes. Little by little she came to know the invisible forces that governed outer space, and the night sk