Yorath was still trying to explain the nature of forests, the rekindled understanding of the woodland habitats, the memory storing capacity of the vegetation in a vast network of twining tendrils and roots and so on, when Lobbocks burst into the room. Leroway had been finding himself unable to detach the workings of his mind from the ... · ID #4264 (continued)
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January 6, 2008 at 12:19 pm #636

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Becky clutched her ribs painfully.

Not my feelings, not my feelings, she muttered. Feel into it, but it’s not mine.

What a load of rubbish, Becky said, coughing and grimacing in agony. Rubbish, rubbish, RUBBISH RUBBISH…..

aaarrgghhhh…..Becky wept (gently, carefully avoiding wracking her ribcage)

Yorath was still trying to explain the nature of forests, the rekindled understanding of the woodland habitats, the memory storing capacity of the vegetation in a vast network of twining tendrils and roots and so on, when Lobbocks burst into the room. Leroway had been finding himself unable to detach the workings of his mind from the ... · ID #4264 (continued)
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