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This was neither merrill the lecher nor merrill the robot, but merrill the animal with its wind up.
He hung on to the rudder and floated, relaxing and building back his strength. I was transported into his presence, learned that he was tripping, fed him something i hoped would bring him off it sooner, hacked up a fire angel, and left luke back where he had started.
Inside were a few lines written in a straggling untidy hand.