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Saturday, November 19, 2005

   story
here's more of my slowly unfolding story:

At 6:00am the next morning, Khrys woke with a start. She groaned tiredly, rolled out of bed, and shuffled, yawning, to the closet. She picked out some dark blue jeans and a red shirt, along with a denim jacket. She put on some black tennis shoes and walked back into the bedroom. Just as she was wondering where to get breakfast, the door opened and a strange robot came into the room carrying a tray. The tray held a plate with two sausage biscuits covered in gravy on it and a glass of milk. Khrys licked her lips hungrily at the smell. The robot looked at Khrys questioningly. “Um…” Khrys said uncertainly.
“Where would you like me to put the tray, ma’am?” the robot asked in a calm mechanical voice.
“Er, the table on the balcony is fine,” Khrys answered. The robot carefully walked onto the balcony and placed the tray gently on the table. “Thank you,” Khrys called after the robot as it left the room. She sat down and quickly devoured the meal. After that, she pulled her long brown hair into a ponytail and sat wondering what to do. Finally, a knock came on her door. “Come in,” she called. Trista entered. She wore black pants, a silvery shirt, and black leather boots. Her hair was still in its long braid.
“What on Earth are you wearing?” she asked incredulously. Khrys blushed slightly.
“They’re called jeans…” she said.
“I suppose this is what people on your planet wear,” Trista said doubtfully. Khrys nodded for an answer. “Very well. Follow me,” Trista commanded

ideas, comments, critique, and the like are welcomed.
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