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ORIGINAL FICTION: "Climbers" (CHapter Eighteen)

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN- There's always a catch.

Barbara Meadows was kind enough to wait until after dinner to start in on her husband on the subject of climbers, and how to catch them. Ray was thankful for that, at least. But he also still hoped against hope to put the whole mess out of his mind and get on with life. His life, anyway. No luck. The tables had been turned and she was a woman with a mission. Stand back.
"I've got the answer to the problem."
"I didn't know we had a problem."
"The climbers. I know how we can catch them."
"How?"

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ORIGINAL FICTION: "Climbers" (Chapter Sixteen)

CHAPTER SIXTEEN- Long distance run around.

Monday morning reared its ugly head as it always does, entirely too early to be polite. Ray Meadows had managed to accumulate nearly twelve hours of sleep and was reasonably able to face the day, even if it was Monday. Barbara Meadows, with somewhat less sleep, was still able to see her husband off to work. Maybe a nap later. That sounded nice.

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ORIGINAL FICTION: "Bob and the Whale Killer" by Republibots 2.0 and 3.0

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You need a relatively clear space approximately 12 inches by 24 inches to play solitaire. I had a dimly lit submarine control panel with about 10 inches by 16 inches with a nasty slope, very bad for card playing. There was some thin adhesive vinyl stripping for sealing access panels tucked in a repair kit to my left. I took three short strips, stuck them to the com panel and shuffled my cards.

The sound of the cards thwipping against the panel made my passenger start up again.

"We're not being rescued," he stated. His voice was high and reedy with panic

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ORIGINAL FICTION: "Bob and the Whale Killer" by Republibots 2.0 and 3.0

sysadmin 2.0's picture

You need a relatively clear space approximately 12 inches by 24 inches to play solitaire. I had a dimly lit submarine control panel with about 10 inches by 16 inches with a nasty slope, very bad for card playing. There was some thin adhesive vinyl stripping for sealing access panels tucked in a repair kit to my left. I took three short strips, stuck them to the com panel and shuffled my cards. The sound of the cards thwipping against the panel made my passenger start up again. "We're not being rescued," he stated. His voice was high and reedy with panic

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