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Stage Left: The Passion of the Dines
Tue, 20 Dec 2005

The loading door rolls open. "Makes too much noise.." Dines thinks to himself, and the shuffling of nearby feat seems to agree. Jumping down to the blacktop, he appears sweating and grimy into the light; he rolls to the side and pulls down the metal door quickly and shields his eyes from the burning sun. Life in the inside dulls the tolerance. Bullets on steel ring and the rolling door pocks up. Dines bolts down the alleyway towards a public daycare hoping the A*Stream Commandos won't steep so low as to fire there. He weaves left, then right and catches a few wingers before realizing the error of his ways.

"Walk straight old man" he whispers to himself. "Cheap firearms can't fire straight... walk it out."

Dines straightens his chimpleather and walks, a free man. "Can't even fire someone right."

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