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Four hours to Hill End was a dull, extremely boring drive. The radio reception would cut out about ten minutes outside of Moresville. Lots of time to think. In fact for a man in my position, too much time.
I wanted to wash the river for gold. I had Fatboy (Neil McCloud) and Nobby with me. One other Mate was there to, but fuck, don't ask me to remember his name.
Anyway, there were four of us on our way to Hill End. I was the only one with a drivers license.
The last time I walked the banks of Bucknal Stream at the Northwest corner of Hill End I was 14 year old boy. A lot of time to bottle up in 5 years since the last moments I spent in Hill End.
I guess it was just chance that I began this journey to place that I spent the better part of my childhood.
So I says to myself: "Myself, do you really want this?" I heard an answer. It was that other guy who's name I don't remember. We sat down, side by each.
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Imagine for a moment a world without hypothetical situations...
When this first abortion was created several of us got together and wrote a story post, by post. It was a very odd bungled mess but was entertaining to read and take part in. It went by the wayside when this place became public.
Tarlam wants to give it another try but he probably should have informed everyone what it was about and how serious or (un)serious to take it.
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