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Water, translucent, grasp less, adaptable, hardens in extreme situations only to be shattered and re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eftan/1656629/ Ha! Look at that old thing, sure could use one of those. These tired old legs could use a rest or maybe a pair of wings like you Shirley."“I disagree, Harrison. You are a human and incapable of such traits.”“Oh, don’t be like that. Don’t you understand sarcasm? All numb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eftan/1644350/ “Come on, be something valuable.”Don took out an old rag from his back pocket of his blue over-alls, wiped the dirt from the object. “Did you find anything good, Don?” Don looked over his shoulder and saw Taylor steadily approach. Behind her came Quinn trotting slowly in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eftan/1644325/ I walked into the room glancing left to right without ever moving my eyes. Paying strict attention to my perferal vision. Feeling for any motion, there was none, the air was so suddenly numb. 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