Saturday, January 10, 2009
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It was a large house with a basement and an attic that was filled to the brim with artifacts. One day a piece of paper with five numbers on it was found being used as a bookmark. The book was old, red, and it seemed homemade. It was in good shape; hardly opened except for one page. Page 51 was about the decline of a great nation back in such and such ending with the demise of an entire way of life. This of course stemming, according to the previous 12 pages, from an evening where a conversation took place between 4 people over drinks in one of those hideaway restaurants in Manhattan back in the year 1962. The one who found this book has refused to tell his story--until now. That house was not just a house, it was a marker that served a specific purpose. Within its walls contained the plans for such and such to occur all the way up to .... No longer fascinated with the book, the one who found it put it in the nearest library. Unknown to this person, the book was placed in its proper place just as it was supposed to be.
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