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Everything posted by andy cannon
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It is truly an embarrassment of riches.
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There it is, hypotheses and testing to confirm... the scientific method in action.
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Geez Louise! All that buildup and we still don't know who has the biggest cock? Whatta ripoff!! LOL.
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Great scene with the bike training. I remember when I got my first bike and earned to ride it. What a sense of freedom! A little later, aged about 7 or 8, I took it upon myself to ride 4 miles through busy city streets to visit my mother at work. My parents were not impressed by this new expression of independence!
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Overtime in Engineering
andy cannon commented on chris191070's story chapter in Overtime in Engineering
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Another moving piece touching on the horror of war,
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All love is hard, but young love sure has some unique challenges!
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A Wolf's Skin, Part Two of Two
andy cannon commented on Boy Mercury X's story chapter in A Wolf's Skin, Part Two of Two
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Lot of villains so far. Interested to see what Amy's BF brings to he table.
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So much fun!
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Things are popping on the Voyager-7.
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Great sketch of the family relationships!
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The Diagnostics Protocol
andy cannon commented on chris191070's story chapter in The Diagnostics Protocol
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Another great chapter! Two observations--- 1) Rylee is a nasty piece of work. I look forward to Karma making her its bitch (fingers crossed). 2) I am much in NEED of a tree house like that full of books and snacks. If i can find one with some kind of winch and basket affair so my dog can join me, I may not come down for a while.
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A Wolf's Skin, Part One of Two
andy cannon commented on Boy Mercury X's story chapter in A Wolf's Skin, Part One of Two
A wonderful start to this tale of a loup-garou in the Dordogne. Why do I think the real danger for Master Rowan will be Farmer Labourant ? -
I wonder about Arthur's mental stability. He has a device that helps travel to any era imaginable and a cool traveling companion but he uses it to return to shuffling spread sheets? I'd go back to 2026 just long enuff to leave the boss a snarky note, then capy and I would zip off to sometime much more interesting.
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This has a lot of promise. Not much better than cowboy romance! I look forward to finding out about the mysterious Taggert's past.
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The piazza near San Luigi lay open in the morning light. Men crossed it without slowing. A cart passed along the edge, its wheels steady against the stone. Two women paused near the well to speak, then moved on without turning their heads toward the place where the crowd had once gathered. No one stood at the center. A friar passed beneath the cloister arch and continued across the square. A boy followed him at a distance, carrying a basket. Neither looked toward the worn stones w
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Somber and thought-provoking.
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The chamber had already settled by the time the abbots resumed their places. No summons was given. No call to order was needed. The movement of their return was enough to draw the room into stillness. Benedetto remained where he stood. The archbishop did not speak. Lorenzo did not move. One of the abbots placed his hands upon the table. “We have heard,” he said. No one answered. Another voice followed, not separate, but continuous. “The matters set before
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The looms stood still in the wool quarter. Morning had come and passed without the usual clatter of work. Doors remained half open, but no one crossed their thresholds. Bales lay where they had been set down the night before. The narrow streets, usually choked with carts and runners, were held instead by groups of apprentices who did not move aside. They gathered in knots at the corners and along the lane that led toward the dye houses. Some sat on the low walls with their arms folded.
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The cloister at San Luigi lay open to the mild afternoon, its stone arcade casting long shadows across the worn paving. A small crowd had gathered just beyond the threshold. They stood in loose expectation, their voices low, their attention fixed upon the friar who had drawn them there so often in recent weeks. Fra Benedetto stood beneath the arch, his hands folded within the sleeves of his habit. His expression was composed, almost grave, as though the words he had yet to speak already wei
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The piazza before San Luigi filled early, though no bells had called it. Word had moved faster than sound. By the time Benedetto stepped onto the worn stone and raised his hand, the crowd had already arranged itself into expectation. He spoke without ornament. His voice carried cleanly. He spoke of cities that bent their knees to gold. Of men who counted profit as virtue and called it order. Of households that mistook abundance for blessing. He did not say Florence. A murmur
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Oops! He leaked through from an earlier draft. Now he is properly renamed here, that scoundrel.
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The crowd in front of San Luigi did not disperse when Fra Benedetto finished speaking. It lingered in the piazza, shifting into smaller circles. Some knelt and prayed aloud. Others gathered around those who had stood closest to the sermon, repeating phrases with careful attention, as if they were instructions rather than exhortations. A young man raised his voice. “We are not alone in this. We are called to live rightly together.” Another answered, “The Order must remain fait
