It was a slow Thursday afternoon that dragged behind it an even slower week. I’d read all the downloads from The Daily Nebula and Cassiopeia Weekly. There was nothing. No accidents, no lost items – not even a wandering spouse. I’d already done my nails so many times I couldn’t remember which color I’d started with. It was one of those days. Maybe this would be a good time to field strip and clean my trusty Gamma Blaster 5000. Again. When...
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