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Strontium Maus

 

Chapter 1. And an Exciting Tale

Chase super-dedicated House with mental abbreviations, the Collective, and perform Heroic Acts in safe time. Heroes as good as zeroes for mathematics. The weight of the smallest tells all.

Strontium Maus by name, says so at moments of confrontation. BECAUSE the effect needed, in the moment, in the face of. The dark side of Silver Elite has this and nothing to say. Distribution and shifting voltages become control. Deference for the medically-enabled, so faced abruptly by Strontium Maus of the much yellow cape.

What face to give the back hand of fenced in and out? The enchantment of galleries full of half full wine glasses. The entire class of working downward on word from the top. The Silver Elite has dug the mountain, sliver by sliver. Strontium Maus touches the gainful ownership, the venal vine wraps around.

Narrative cannot exist tho Strontium Maus stands on a line. We can engage the Strontium Maus moment, just as precept and perception meet. The records record the liens taken to make skulking a viable stroke. The courts clear the path famously so the slaking begins. The weeds have risen to Elite. Narratives never fail the winners. 

Strontium Maus makes a mind and place, a certain speck and arising. The point is just a moment, as a carpenter says to the willing tree.

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