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NylserrethKneeling at the edge of a grassy cliff, Asphodel gazed down at the bushes beside the dirt road, waiting for the flash of light that meant Marcus had spotted the spice pirates' caravan. Her white armor blended in with the moonlit stones on either side of her. The giant white stones lined the top of the entire cliff, illuminating the road with the moon's reflection and giving it a ghostly feel. The flash of light came. Asphodel looked down the road to her left and saw an armored jeep leading two tanks... the dust was too thick to see beyond that. She started to hear faint radio chatter.
"Why are we going so fast again?"
"We gotta disappear before the Angels notice we've cleaned their Roger's Landing warehouse!"
Too late, thought Asphodel. We knew before you even made that move.
"Oh, good point."
Wait, thought Asphodel. Our warehouse, not the one with the spices?
She didn't have time to think any longer. They were close enough now. She lifted the carbine in her
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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