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Jan 18, 2001, 4:30:56 PM1/18/01
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neil, this is my last post to YOU. i know you'll think "ha, i got
sunny. i scared him off."

think what you will, as i will do the same. pointless to continue all
this badgering and whatnot.

i'll still post, but i won't reply to any of your posts, e-mails, phone
calls. just like a few months ago until all this shit happened.

take care, anyhow.

sunny


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Jan 18, 2001, 8:47:30 PM1/18/01
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On Thu, 18 Jan 2001 asia...@my-deja.com wrote:

> neil, this is my last post to YOU. i know you'll think "ha, i got
> sunny. i scared him off."

you know so much, don't you? genius.

>
> think what you will, as i will do the same. pointless to continue all
> this badgering and whatnot.

then why did you write again?

>
> i'll still post, but i won't reply to any of your posts, e-mails, phone
> calls. just like a few months ago until all this shit happened.
>

oh! so you admit it's shit! once again, it must be MY responsibility,
right?

> take care, anyhow.

i'm doing just fine.

>
> sunny
>
>
> Sent via Deja.com
> http://www.deja.com/
>

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neil d ghosh
post-urban design, uc davis
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special abilities: nuisance (30' radius), nicotine aura (+10'
radius/cigarette), monkey dance of war (target must roll d6 versus
tolerance rating), redundant verbal barrage (see monkey dance of war),
other undefined abilities

equipment: comb, lighter, five cigarettes, exacto knife,
pencil, power ring

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Once there was a little kid who used to wear mismatched clothes and socks
to first grade. The other kids made fun of him every day and each night,
after his grandma tucked him into bed, he would cry himself to sleep, and
his wailing would frighten the imagined ghosts away from under the bed and
out of his toy chest. I knew that little kid, because that little kid was
me.

"Inviting thinking is to invite REVOLUTION."
-unknown
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