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Friday, March 28, 2014

DQ 12

Seventy Percent walked up to the house.  Something seemed different.
The leaves were all gone.
He walked in.  The room was cleaned up.  The power wasn't on, but the windows were open and they were never open when he arrived.  And, something he had not experienced before, there was a breeze coming from the back.  He didn't remember seeing a door.  A window?
The motorcycle books were on a shelf.  A table was before the couch and the motorcycle books were spread out.
"It's finished," Don said.
"Senor Don?"
"The motorcycles are finished.  Don't stand there with you mouth open, if you don't believe me go look."
Seventy Percent walked through the hallway.   He was unsure what he expected to see, but whatever it was, he didn't see it.  The room was empty.  A huge hole had been knocked into the back of the house.
"They wouldn't fit through the door," Don said.  "I had to open the room up, they are behind the house."
"I don't understand, what does this mean?"
"It means that we are about to begin a journey of self discovery and self determination.  We are going on an adventure!"

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