Monday, February 14, 2011

Thousand: Two Hundred Eighty-Six

And that’s where I am today. Didn’t you come about a cult? Samuel asked, refilling Rhea’s teacup with Constant Comment. Oh. That’s a sad story. It’s also scary. A rival cult is hunting me. They’ve already taken out James and four others. I know the news programs say that that was a mass suicide, that James recorded a video for distribution over the internet saying he was going to meet the aliens under Jesus’ command but I know for a fact that it was the Tralfamadurians. The Tralfamadurians have been tracking us for months. The son of a very powerful

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