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	<title>Something Else</title>
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The problem with the man, he had decided, was that the man's teeth were far too white.  Whiter than his lab coat.  Not even the white that you would find in a teeth whitening commercial, nor even in a bleach commercial.  No, when the man smiled, his ...</description>
		<link>http://www.onetusk.com/somethingelse/2007/04/03/58/</link>
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I watched them pull the shuttle down.  Despite what anyone else could tell you, and despite how hard we all fought following that, we all knew it was over.  That was the moment in which all was lost. 

No one, not the worst predictor of doom, could have ...</description>
		<link>http://www.onetusk.com/somethingelse/2007/01/02/57/</link>
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I was there when the girl and her house fell out of the sky.  The Wicked Witch of the East was crushed instantly.  We all saw it--we all wanted to rejoice, but were afraid.  After all, perhaps this was some trick.  Perhaps this was some new ...</description>
		<link>http://www.onetusk.com/somethingelse/2006/11/09/56/</link>
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There was a man sitting in his room the next time Greg woke up.

"Hello," the man said.
	
Greg blinked twice, slowly.  He was not completely himself.  He wouldn't be for some time.  "Hello," he said.  "And who are you supposed to be?"
	
The man wore nothing that might ...</description>
		<link>http://www.onetusk.com/somethingelse/2006/11/04/55/</link>
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The little girl's name was Kay.  She was eight years old and some son of a bitch had killed her dog.  And that wasn't the worst of it.

The son of a bitch in question had injected Peter--what must have been an adorable beagle in his life--with a hypertrophism ...</description>
		<link>http://www.onetusk.com/somethingelse/2006/10/07/54/</link>
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It is utter madness to believe that anyone will ever read this.  Or if they do, that what they read is what I wrote down.  In this time when books are rewritten without ever leaving their shelves, nothing can be trusted.  Perhaps even my own memories have ...</description>
		<link>http://www.onetusk.com/somethingelse/2006/06/03/53/</link>
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The giant cog floated in the sky, just as it had all of Michl's life.  A dark shape, it was plainly visible on cloudless days.  It hung in place, motionless as far as he could tell--it was as though tremendous invisible steel cables held it there.

He supposed it ...</description>
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The man didn't look like what Charlie expected.  Then again, of course, what exactly was a "thought assassin" supposed to look like?  It's not an occupation that lends itself to being visually obvious.

The man's hair was long, jet black, tied back behind him in a ponytail.  He ...</description>
		<link>http://www.onetusk.com/somethingelse/2006/02/05/51/</link>
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Cults.  The world has been plagued with cults since all the gods arrived.

Minor gods to be sure--certainly nothing like the big G God of the Judeo-Christian tradition--gods of the harvest, of the sky, of the hunt, and so on.  Hundreds, perhaps thousands of them.  Unlike, however, the ...</description>
		<link>http://www.onetusk.com/somethingelse/2006/01/28/50/</link>
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Halfway down the hallway, the regular overhead lights were replaced by the annoying, bathing orange glow.  Gen. Lincoln passed through the third checkpoint and finally was admitted to the area outside the holding cell.

Two soldiers on either side of the door, in full hazmat gear.  That didn't count ...</description>
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