“I read about it in a small par in USA Today on Monday, nearly threw up, and then tried to remember the Betelguesian Death Anthem. People never believe this, but I met him only once, at an event attended by five hundred other people in a big and noisy room, and had a brief and inconsequential conversation when a mutual friend introduced us; it was difficult because the severe difference in our heights and the crush of the party meant that we were both straining our necks even to see the other guy. And that was it. There were plenty of times when we quite spookily did not meet and ought to have done. He was four years younger than me. I spent the rest of the day with the sense that the world had faded to grey, and feeling very, very angry.” -Terry Pratchett<br><br><A href=“javascript:%20getUserInfoByName('mAlkAv');”>mAlkAv hinn myrki</A>
Millenium Hand and Shrimp.
So Long, And Thanks for All the Fish
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