In a mere 20 paces he'd be there.... 15... 25... now 15 again? The bricks wouldn't hold their shapes in his eyes. Dawn was fading into evening. For once, Three was in distress.

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[well Poal, what is /s/TheRestOfTheStory ?]

*[well Poal, what is /s/TheRestOfTheStory ?]* @Theodore_Kent

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Thought-provoking. Thanks. I especially liked the buildup to "when he counts to the square root..."