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There should be a guy who every morning rides his bicycle down to the main street and sets up a small glass case of beautiful cakes he has made. He should sell the cakes at a reasonable price to whoever comes. The cakes should be both beautiful and inspiring. They
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I awoke in a shiny metal room where the walls bounced soft white light into every corner and way up to the ceiling. The ceiling was as high as a skyscraper. The room was empty except for some crates made of the same metal. The room was as big as
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I stole it from a chieftain of the moleman species, a vicious conqueror who enslaved my meagre settlement.
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I was turning over moon rocks, the wreck of Moonbase 4 still sending plumes of black smoke up into the atmosphere.
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I was relayed coordinates from a Russian lieutenant, trapped and sinking aboard a ruined nuclear submarine.
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I won it in an illegal game of holocards on the floating city at midnight on Halloween.