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Posted: Mon Dec 25, 2006 1:38 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 4:27 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2007 9:28 pm
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A man in startiling clean and proper clothes sits amongst the ruined pews, ditry and crumbling walls, shatered shards of stained glass. His hands hold eachother in prayers, and from his rambling mutterings, it is clear that he dose not really know how to pray in the first place.
"And for this, I will thank you." he concludes privatly, and looks up. His weathered face clashes with his clothes, but matches his surroundings well. Eyes lined with crows feet, wrinkles on his cheeks from his dour expression, and lines creasing his brow.
He leans back, and idely drums his hands, looking as though he either expects a friend, or the congregation that left this church so long ago to return.
Babbitt is patient for both, patient for his acceptance as well.
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2007 9:54 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2007 10:47 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2007 11:03 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2007 11:31 pm
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Babbitt reached out towardes the item as it passed him, he didn't actualy move fast enough to catch it, and soon lost intrest and turned to face the girl.
He shruged slighlty, "I'm Mr. Bearing... Babbitt Bearings to be more specififc."
He thought for a moment, "SO you can tell then, huh? Well, I supose theres no reason to hide it if you can tell. I am a..." in a second hsi skin vanished, replaced by bolted and welded metal. His clothes lost their crisp quality, showing stains and worn areas. His body revealed all sorts of apliances ut to new use, liek a water pump for a heart, and a jucie-o-matic for a stomach. Then, just a quickly as his skin had vanished, it reapered.
"SO there..." he siad, slightly ashamed sounding.
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2007 11:47 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2007 12:05 am
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