458 >Syb: go over to the mausoleum already

You run over to the mausoleum in the cold fall rain.

Your big doll eyes fog up from prolonged vapor exposure.  It too produces more wet for your feathers.  Brazen with water from the black, stormy sky, your feathers grow more, and more capable of landlocking.  Seems as though the mantra so commonly associated with determination and ducks, is quite inaccurate.  For water does flow on your back, true, but it stays also, causing future water to stop and smell the writing on the wall.  

Dammit, Suki's loaded malophors have gotten into this section of the story.  The menace.

You finally make it to the mausoleum.

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