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A Special Thanks

First and foremost, I’d like to thank Servant Salamander for enriching my life so much. A greater portion of what I’ve done with this site, I never would have done without it. To the guys at ALTAP, my heart goes out to you. I’d like to thank SnoopyBoarder, but I’m pissed at her. I’d like to thank fortuina / TheCreatrix for his constant support. And also, I’d like to thank AND432 / secquentstructure for his support over the course of frivilous history. Another thanks goes out to davidbowie579 / A_lackofColour for his delightful comments and support of my site. I’d like to thank anyone who does NOT put music which automatically plays on his site. For their inspiring music and humorous lyrical content, I’d like to thank the band They Might Be Giants. For all my links atop my page, I thank those who led me to them and those who created them. It wouldn’t be the same without you. And finally, I’d like to thank the chemists and other staff of the Kraft company for creating instant banana cream pudding.

Story of the Time Interval (comments/reviews)

The men would have fallen to silence, had it not already begun to take up a permanent residence. It was an awkward way to see a man go out. A sort of twistedly poetic end. They saw the car swerve off the road, and they immediately pulled off the highway to investigate. The police and ambulance were called with equal immediacy. They had trudged into a rather cold, yet soggy median to reach the vehicle. The poor chap was young--too young. It seemed unfair. The men crowded around as they saw the chap pull forth a small etching of paper. When they had asked him if he was going to be alright, he had a most calm and assured voice for one who seemed to know his fate. “No.” It was a defined response. His next verbalization was a seemingly unusual request. “Do you have a cell phone?” Being business men, all of them had phones, but only one had enough composure to procure the item. The chap read a number off his scrap and typed in the number. It was late. It seemed nobody would pick up his call. He had dialed four times before picking up. The chap asked for somebody, but the men hadn’t made out the name. It seemed eerily correct that this man should be doing this. He seemed to have planned it all. “Just put her on.” Pause. “She’d want to wake for this.” Pause. “Death is never convenient.” Pause. “I call to say goodbye.” Pause. “This is a poor time to talk. You need to listen.” The speech that came from the chap flowed with a peculiarity. It was such a narration that the men lost themselves in it. Even among all of them, they could not recollect all that was said, save for his close. “Remember this: It is a combination.” The meaning was unclear, but the words still lay echoing in their minds in the dim silence as he handed back the phone and promptly lay to rest forever. In the silence, the men stared down at the chap, repeating his words in their heads, trying to recall what all had been said, and what all of it had meant until they caught sound of a siren and moseyed back to their vehicle.

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