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Sturmovik at 03:21, 29 October 2013

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	In the outskirts of Sedgwick, Maine stands the plain brown of Brian Ellis. It stands on the edge of millions of acres of forestland and on this late spring day the house is completely dark except for the blue glow of a computer screen coming from the living room. Dimly outlined in the low light is Brian’s sleeping figure. He is exhausted from trying to finish the important speech he will give the Tuesday after next and the sandman caught him a little earlier than usual this night. Not even the creek of his unlocked screen door, or the movement through the darkened room causes the slightest stir. Finally, when sleeping man felt a warm lick on his hand limply hanging hand did he start into wakefulness.		{{dropcap\|I}}n the outskirts of Sedgwick, Maine stands the plain brown of Brian Ellis. It stands on the edge of millions of acres of forestland and on this late spring day the house is completely dark except for the blue glow of a computer screen coming from the living room. Dimly outlined in the low light is Brian’s sleeping figure. He is exhausted from trying to finish the important speech he will give the Tuesday after next and the sandman caught him a little earlier than usual this night. Not even the creek of his unlocked screen door, or the movement through the darkened room causes the slightest stir. Finally, when sleeping man felt a warm lick on his hand limply hanging hand did he start into wakefulness.

Sturmovik at 04:34, 28 October 2013

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	<No, there’s no more.> said Kiski. <I’ve looked into his eyes, he’s pure ~~evil~~.>		<No, there’s no more.> said Kiski. <I’ve looked into his eyes, he’s pure annoying.>

Sturmovik at 03:40, 28 October 2013

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	{{author note\|This is a stand alone tale involving wolf->human and human->wolf transformations. It was originally written in March, 2001 and then re-written with the help of [[User:Michael Bard\|Michael Bard]] in August, 2001.}}		{{author note\|This is a stand alone tale involving wolf->human and human->wolf transformations. It was originally written in March, 2001 and then re-written with the help of [[User:Michael Bard\|Michael Bard]] in August, 2001.}}
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	{{author's note\|This story is dedicated to the memory of Michael William Bard whose patience and friendship was invaluable to improving both this story and all those that followed.}}		{{author's note\|This story is dedicated to the memory of Michael William Bard whose patience and friendship was invaluable to improving both this story and all those that followed.}}
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	In the outskirts of Sedgwick, Maine stands the plain brown of Brian Ellis. It stands on the edge of millions of acres of forestland and on this late spring day the house is completely dark except for the blue glow of a computer screen coming from the living room. Dimly outlined in the low light is Brian’s sleeping figure. He is exhausted from trying to finish the important speech he will give the Tuesday after next and the sandman caught him a little earlier than usual this night. Not even the creek of his unlocked screen door, or the movement through the darkened room causes the slightest stir. Finally, when sleeping man felt a warm lick on his hand limply hanging hand did he start into wakefulness.		In the outskirts of Sedgwick, Maine stands the plain brown of Brian Ellis. It stands on the edge of millions of acres of forestland and on this late spring day the house is completely dark except for the blue glow of a computer screen coming from the living room. Dimly outlined in the low light is Brian’s sleeping figure. He is exhausted from trying to finish the important speech he will give the Tuesday after next and the sandman caught him a little earlier than usual this night. Not even the creek of his unlocked screen door, or the movement through the darkened room causes the slightest stir. Finally, when sleeping man felt a warm lick on his hand limply hanging hand did he start into wakefulness.

Sturmovik at 03:37, 28 October 2013

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	{{author note\|This is a stand alone tale involving wolf->human and human->wolf transformations. It was originally written in March, 2001 and then re-written with the help of [[User:Michael Bard\|Michael Bard]] in August, 2001.}}		{{author note\|This is a stand alone tale involving wolf->human and human->wolf transformations. It was originally written in March, 2001 and then re-written with the help of [[User:Michael Bard\|Michael Bard]] in August, 2001.}}

			{{author's note\|This story is dedicated to the memory of Michael William Bard whose patience and friendship was invaluable to improving both this story and all those that followed.}}

	In the outskirts of Sedgwick, Maine stands the plain brown of Brian Ellis. It stands on the edge of millions of acres of forestland and on this late spring day the house is completely dark except for the blue glow of a computer screen coming from the living room. Dimly outlined in the low light is Brian’s sleeping figure. He is exhausted from trying to finish the important speech he will give the Tuesday after next and the sandman caught him a little earlier than usual this night. Not even the creek of his unlocked screen door, or the movement through the darkened room causes the slightest stir. Finally, when sleeping man felt a warm lick on his hand limply hanging hand did he start into wakefulness.		In the outskirts of Sedgwick, Maine stands the plain brown of Brian Ellis. It stands on the edge of millions of acres of forestland and on this late spring day the house is completely dark except for the blue glow of a computer screen coming from the living room. Dimly outlined in the low light is Brian’s sleeping figure. He is exhausted from trying to finish the important speech he will give the Tuesday after next and the sandman caught him a little earlier than usual this night. Not even the creek of his unlocked screen door, or the movement through the darkened room causes the slightest stir. Finally, when sleeping man felt a warm lick on his hand limply hanging hand did he start into wakefulness.

Sturmovik at 03:34, 28 October 2013

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	{{author note\|This is a stand alone tale involving wolf->human and human->wolf transformations. It was originally written in March, 2001 and then re-written with the help of [[User:Michael Bard\|Michael Bard]] ~~(I think)~~ in August, 2001.}}		{{author note\|This is a stand alone tale involving wolf->human and human->wolf transformations. It was originally written in March, 2001 and then re-written with the help of [[User:Michael Bard\|Michael Bard]] in August, 2001.}}

Sturmovik at 03:31, 28 October 2013

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	{{author note\|This is a stand alone tale involving wolf->human and human->wolf transformations. It was originally written in March, 2001 and then re-written with the help of [[~~UUser~~:Michael Bard\|Michael Bard]] (I think) in August, 2001.}}		{{author note\|This is a stand alone tale involving wolf->human and human->wolf transformations. It was originally written in March, 2001 and then re-written with the help of [[User:Michael Bard\|Michael Bard]] (I think) in August, 2001.}}

Sturmovik at 03:30, 28 October 2013

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	{{author note\|This is a stand alone tale involving wolf->human and human->wolf transformations. It was originally written in March, 2001 and then re-written with the help of [[UUser:~~Michael_Bard~~\|Michael Bard]] (I think) in August, 2001.}}		{{author note\|This is a stand alone tale involving wolf->human and human->wolf transformations. It was originally written in March, 2001 and then re-written with the help of [[UUser:Michael Bard\|Michael Bard]] (I think) in August, 2001.}}

Sturmovik at 03:30, 28 October 2013

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	{{author note\|This is a stand alone tale involving wolf->human and human->wolf transformations. It was originally written in March, 2001 and then re-written with the help of [[~~User~~:~~Cubist~~\|~~Cubist~~]] (I think) in August, 2001.}}		{{author note\|This is a stand alone tale involving wolf->human and human->wolf transformations. It was originally written in March, 2001 and then re-written with the help of [[UUser:Michael_Bard\|Michael Bard]] (I think) in August, 2001.}}

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