Anticipation of Serenity

Gruff and brisk, xian's fur had fallen to shades of silver and white, a grisly beard jutted down from his chin and was tied off by three small bands which weighed it down even more.

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Kioga: Husband, Wife, and Child in Baby-Lawn

They had boarded a private plane and were off to a remote mountain resort in pennsylvania, a small mining town that had, at its peak, a ski lodge and pleasure complex that had been partly financed by xian "fredilect," the decrepit defector

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an endless voyage ch 49: Rogue Planet

Exactly as karen had hoped, the alcohol helped to lighten the mood as they recounted good times and bad, the xian war, and the various complexities of day to day life in the fleet.

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Follow-Up Interview

"hu xian-sheng." he paused, then inclined his head. "er, ah. serge." she let out a long, slow sigh, thinking of the tiger's long claws that he loved to show off, and then inclined her head. "so the two of us can agree on something.

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A Sense of Belonging - Chapter 1 - A Client to Remember, A Beginning to Embark On

I kneed open the door, slumping him on the edge of the bed, "xian rang wo ban ne tuo diao ne yi fu (let me get rid of the clothes you are wearing)," i informed him, beginning to work on that thick, dirtied piece labor outfit.

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Freedom

"xian and her mate stayed in ahawa though, so it's just me visiting." "how do you two know each other?" tessibu asked.

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Fortnight: Lightning Strikes the Family Tree

He remembered xian talking about a weird short story he was working on, something about the world's waste overcoming its absorbency. rather, it was the world's culture: expecting so much gratification, it leaked and spilled everywhere ...

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The Braying

In the passage of years involving destitute life - when his mental construct became commensurate with that of the xian's 'hell' - those lovely scales faded in their glory, regressing in the spectrum of color to that of being bereft of their once magnificence

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