Point of View #2-VBMS7

"Do you want to take the shot, Vince?" The coach asked me. I looked into his eyes. They were ice-cold blue. His face did not betray his feelings, but I knew that he meant it. "I do, Coach. I can make the shot." I replied. He nodded and then put his hand on top of my head. "I don't know how long any of us will live, but we will all remember what happens next for as long as we do." He then slapped me on the back. The referee blew the whistle and it was time to find out just how I would be remembered."

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Congratulations on purchasing the Tatakai Warriors: Fighting for Peanut Butter computer game. Before you install this program, you'll need to make sure that you have at least 24 KB of free space on your installation target. Insert the CD ROM disc into your drive. The disc should run automatically. Select "Full Install" from the installation menu. The program will begin installing on your target drive. This might take up to twenty-four hours. Once installation is complete, an alert box should appear. If you see a successful installation message, remove the disc from the drive and enjoy the adventure!

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A Cut Too Deep by Angela Marshall

Greg looked up at the bright lights in the operating room until they burned a white spot in his field of vision. He looked at the face of the surgeon and saw only a white blur. When he looked away, he could see the surgeon's masked face from his peripheries. He could hear him readying an array of metal instruments, many of which looked as though they might belong to a dentist. I hope he's not going to use those on me! Greg thought to himself with terror. The surgeon picked up one that looked like a bent up question mark.

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We were a tightly knit unit. When one of us ate, all of us ate, and we all ate the same thing: shrubs and plants. Sure, Uncle Sam provided us with C-Rations, but those things produced a smell that could be detected from fifty-yards away, more if the wind was blowing. So even though it took longer to make our meals the way that the natives did, we had too. It was a matter of survival.

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"Wow, look at his costume," said Annie. "He's dressed up like an electric jellyfish." She observed the flashing lights with genuine admiration. Adrianna looked at the costume and scoffed. Secretly, she envied the detail and craftsmanship that went into the jellyfish costume, but she would never let on to Annie. “What kind of loser goes walking around like a Christmas tree?” Adrianna said. Annie did not agree, but did not want to be disagreeable. “Yeah… what kind?” The ladies walked by another house. Annie did not like this. It seemed like Adrianna more interested in criticizing others than in trick-ortreating. Annie adjusted the headband to her costume. Adrianna was not wearing a costume.

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Do you love robots? Do you love saving money? If so, you're going to love Bob's Robot Emporium. Getting to Bob's is easy. If you are coming from the west, just head east on route 272 until you get to route 47. Head south on route 47 until you see the sign for Bob's Robot Emporium. You can't miss it. If you are coming from the other way, head west on route 272 west until you get to route 47, then head south. You are going to love the fabulous selection and low prices at Bob's and remember: if you didn't get it from Bob's, then it might exterminate your family.

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Beep, beep, beeeeeeeeep. The computer was going haywire. Scott read the message on the monitor. "Error 26: Resource Not Found." This made absolutely no sense to Scott. He continued troubleshooting, unplugging the drive and plugging it back into the computer, closing the program and reloading it, and shutting down the device and restarting it. None of this made any difference. Scott scratched his head. Well, I guess I'll have to recode this driver, Scott thought to himself, but this made Scott cringe. He felt that nothing was worse than writing driver code, except writing the driver code twice. Just then Dennis came in from the break room. He wasn’t scheduled to have a break at this time, but he knew that Scott would never notice, not when he was so entrenched in his work. Dennis quietly returned to his desk.

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“You can’t go that way, the path is blocked by something evil. No one who has gone down that path has ever returned,” Xander said to me, his face covered with shadows. We didn’t really have any choice, considering that the black mist was following us. If we went the slow way, we would surely be consumed. I didn’t want to argue with him, so I finished the argument, “Look, Xander, I’m going. You can chop down trees and clear brush if you want to be fog food, but you’re on your own.” Then I started walking down the forbidden path. It wasn’t long until I heard his footsteps pattering toward me.

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Little Bear blew the horn. The warriors gathered. Running Coyote was annoyed and said to Little Bear, "Why did you blow the horn, Little Bear. Do you need some instruction on how to hunt for buffalo? The first rule is to not make any loud noises when we are sneaking up on a herd." The other braves laughed heartily. Little Bear ignored him. He had no mind to entertain Running Coyote's derision at this time. "No, Running Coyote, it is about the truce. Some say that there has been an attack on the village." Running Coyote's face sobered. He no longer felt like joking. "Who says this, Little Bear?" Running Coyote asked. Little Bear replied, "The Chief says this."

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Vivian brushed her hair and looked into the mirror. She thought her nose was too big and her face was too round. She sighed. Then she heard her mother call up the stairs, "Vivian, it's time for school!" Vivian replied, "Ok, Mom, I'll be right down!" She put down the brush, grabbed her backpack, and trotted down the stairs. She did not want to go to school, but she knew better than to play around on her mama's time. Her mother met her in the vestibule. She ran her fingers through Vivian's hair and said, "You look beautiful, Viv." Vivian put her head down. She did not believe her mother.

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