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O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

Wednesday, July 4, 2007

Post-Rapture

Just typed in a new intro. Also, about 1600 words for the first chapter(s).

"It was a crazy college-bar night idea. A friend wanted to try some new shopping-bag software, but didn't have an idea.
Steven Lunachick was full of ideas. So thirty-minutes later, with the help of a cut-rate domain name service provider he was the proud proprietor of Post-Rapture Dog Care Specialists. 'You can't take Fido with you, so let us take care of Fido for you.'"

I'm not sure I like the character's name. That's what search and replace is for, you know.

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