

X They called him X. At least behind his back they did. To his face he was Dr. Socrates. He was an old man, though he didnt look a day over 60. And he always wore a long, hooded lab coat. The doctors beard jutted out from the hood, his face sunken in shadow. His beak-like nose came to a point in the light. Floating above the nose, two eyes glowed. He glided from table to table, cX


Port-O-Let I stood back up and pulled my pants up from around my ankles. That's when I heard the final "sploosh." My mind ran through the possibilities, and as soon as my belt was buckled, I checked my pockets. My wallet was missing. I looked down the hole and into the blue and green murk several feet below. One corner of the black leather was sticking out from the chemical. I could almost see the stench rising from the brown swirls. It came up to choke me, triggering my gag reflex.  Port-O-Let
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St. Francis said,
“A man who uses his hands is a laborer. One who uses his hands and mind is a craftsman. He who uses his hands, and his mind, and his heart is an artist.”
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St. Francis said,
“A man who uses his hands is a laborer. One who uses his hands and mind is a craftsman. He who uses his hands, and his mind, and his heart is an artist.”
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St. Francis said,
“A man who uses his hands is a laborer. One who uses his hands and mind is a craftsman. He who uses his hands, and his mind, and his heart is an artist.”
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