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  1. Close it NOW.
  2. You on the door?
  3. covered in crenellations, battlements and trellises of ice crystals...Jack Frost, hat cocked at a cruel sharp and icy angle swept in through
  4. I hadn't felt the temperature drop...coffee had warmed me up to much but now I felt the fingers of cold creeping up my legs, the floor was
  5. back behind the needles, weaving a little clear cold sky into the grey and the goose...I watched for a minute, then she glared, "Run!"
  6. or only miracle of the morning...did I mention how much I needed the dark elixir...Mace rasped at me, "The Fat Man knows" and then she was
  7. bowl...but then she grabbed my spoon, pointed, tipped her head back and waited for me to drink...it was coffee, first miracle of the night,
  8. would have to be more soup. Another spoonful and then hard, craggy mixed with quartz amethyst gleamed at me while she sloshed more into my
  9. "Tall, sparks and dangerous, looking for a husband, lost a whistle..." Mace didn't answer; the needles clicked, a bone like sound; there
  10. in a just a minute so be prepared...Spoonful of soup melted into mouth, Mace winked at me...she knew, always...but you had to say, always.
  11. darn day. Remember that when I ask for a reference or at least close the door quick behind me when I'm running the other way. I'll need
  12. you; I hope you get coffee. That's the kind of sneak I am, caring, considerate, now wishing the things on you that I slog through every
  13. , the illusion that this was all some sort of voluntary arrangement. You've been here, sitting on my stool, and the next time it happens to
  14. all mine. I swiped, folded the rag and spooned up some of the warm liquid. Eating was required, part of the price demanded for help
  15. was my fault...of course, it was my fault. I'd shown up, I'd taken the spill, even if it had been meant for some other sucker, now it was
  16. soup sloshed over the sides...did I mention I hated sloshing, worse than shuffling..she threw the mold green rag at me like the slosh it
  17. Mace was in, behind the counter, knitting the weather out of skeins of dark grey and goose. She nodded, the bowl appeared, and pea green
  18. Avoid the sharp edges, that's my advice. Don't shuffle. Doesn't pay. Plus, it makes the cards sound funny. All bluff; it's the only way.
  19. middling and so brazen no one will believe it's a bluff up the sleeves of my trench that I never even bother to play with cards anymore.
  20. tell when you're going to meet someone willing to unreform you...sometimes, it makes a good bluff to play along. I have so many good,