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The dolphins are dead.
Maybe bitchiekittie was right, and their blood is on my hands, but in a time of crisis like this, someone has to make the hard choices. We do the things we must because we are the ones who can. And we can do the things we can because we are the ones who must.
Anyway, so the dolphins little hearts gave out once we got within sight of 'Lady' Liberty, and I had to swim until I crossed the path of the Staten Island ferry and haul myself up over the side while it was still moving. Unfortunately it was going *to* Staten Island at the time and the ferry security are currently holding me in custody for several civic offenses, including travelling without a valid ticket, swimming without a license, and indecent exposure in a public place.
But don't panic! The stars have been shining on me once again and I have been lucky enough to be placed in a cell with one Russell Tyrone Jones. He is a brilliant if slightly idiosyncratic young man, a scholar and a poet, and more importantly he is also very familiar with a wide variety of correctional institutions in this country. He has hatched a plan of escape, and I hope that in less than an hour we will have slipped the net of justice and taste the sweet meats of freedom once again. Then I must find Flux, and warn him. We only have 14 hours to save the board! |
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