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D. M. Krigsman
D.M. Krigsman has found himself somehow marooned in New Jersey and has to admit to himself that he doesn't mind it that much.
Sonic Booms
The sonic booms began a little after nine every morning. Off and on for three or four hours, occasionally interrupted by a boom that wasn't so sonically controlled. Your Mother tells you to pray then. You hate praying. It doesn't seem to get you anywhere but on your knees. After…
The Perfidy of Cats
It was decided at the last and final meeting of the Feline and Canine Human Advisory Council. The minutes show that the decision was carried by the majority with only two dissenting votes, but since the Siamese always disagreed, they were customarily ignored. Most of their…