What Would Conan Do?

Tell me the old old story

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tell me how you like it tell me how you feel tell me have you seen her tell me on a Sunday tell me you love me tell me exactly how to e...

Watcher

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“The centaurs are coming!” Gamon could see the water pouring down the hillside, washing away farms and farmers in its muddy surf, the su...

Old Frank

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Visit the man in his suburban home, sat at the top of a shallow hill. I knocked, but the door was open and saw no harm in looking for him ...

Harold

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The drain grate rattled as he put his weight on it. “Oh Harold, Harold, Harold. What have we done?”, Harold knelt and dabbed at the bars...

Carp

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“Jacob, your repetitive perambulations ache the eyes and offend my roguish spirit.” Jacob ignored him and knocked on boxes, kicking at b...

Tiny music

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The tiny cymbal twings and everyone gasped quietly in between slow sips from their bowls. “What…” before Anca could get his finger to h...

Cant

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“So.” “Quite.” “The pigs are loose?” “And greased.” “I see,” he released the blue smoke, letting it flow out of him with all his f...

Come by!

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“And lo, did Dmitar ascend to the cloud cover and watch, as a shepherd watches his flock, with a benign yet inattentive eye. Pray ye that ...
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