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22: To be associated with pleasure, perchance it may offer something good

The lady shifted with uncertainty from one high heel to another. She was distinctively attractive, the cut of her dress was threatening, and her strawberry-blond hair was set off seductively by the sun. Perhaps her uncertainty was triggered by Cadbury Fife, who … Continue reading

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19: A beautiful man with bountiful brain-bosoms

After the Great Collision, Marquis The Poet was triumphant in an incessantly despondent bleat. The squad of archaeologists remained diligent in their pursuit of theoretical research. And Selia and Cadbury continued discussing the Case of the Missing Self. Selia: Why do … Continue reading

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18: The ultimate act of dance destruction

Selia was running again. She ran past monsters in the mist, gawking inanely. She ran past wretched creatures with gummy lips and concave chests, reaching for her. She ran past a massive army of poles, positioned by a pole leader that … Continue reading

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16: The Terms of Cadbury’s Detective Agency

As Selia sat across from Cadbury she became, for the first time, vaguely aware of Process. Perhaps it was the seeming total lack of Process that was urging her to believe that there must in fact be some process at … Continue reading

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9: The fascinating stupidity of humans

Cadbury Fife was partially disrobed, but also partially robed. Which is to say that, when worn without pants, the long coat he wore gave the appearance of a robe. He had been performing a rather delicate sliding dance move with two … Continue reading

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8: Some type of high-society circus clown

Selia hurried into the elevator and rushed to press the button for the 50th floor. Selia: [Getting frustrated as the button wasn't activated] What is your malfunction, button? Then realizing it was afterhours, Selia remembered she needed to swipe her security card … Continue reading

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3: Squander my solitude with your presence

Returning to Cadbury’s office, Selia again found herself disoriented. The ambiance had shifted dramatically and now resembled something akin to a sauna room at a morgue. A dankness had also swept the outside sky and either night was falling early, or … Continue reading

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2: Whispering, with bucket on head

The reception at Cadbury’s Detective Agency was a sordid affair, overrun with trinkets from eras that either were long past or yet to arrive. Entering from a new direction Selia noticed that it looked like an entirely different room, an … Continue reading

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