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CHeph 111 Chapter 12: 
CHeph 111 Chapter 12: 
 
The Ground Car burps a few. 
 
And so our story is returned the stokker places the pack carefully on his long 
lanky back and carefully kisses the woman on the cheek she smiles and waves 
goodbye the desert frowns at stokker as he straps the mechanical pack to his 
now Martian frame he struts a bit to adjust them then he leaves the airlock in his 
new jeans they are not quite the right color that he likes they are too lightblue.  
Stokker walks into the desert back toward the ground car. 
The suits were in the pack but he had refused the food to carry it seemed 
redundant. He could and would bring the others back to the house as soon as 
they suited up his pants would at least not balloon in the airlock again for the 
woman thought him pretty and had given him some jeans to wear again. 
He studied the caves for a moment aware that something there had moved and 
seemed to be a boy a Martian boy perhaps they would meet him in the course of 
these events mabe even in the chapter twenty two of these chapter poems this 
poet is so fond of making them. The ground car loomed on the horizon and 
stokker smiled. Remember same time tomorrow big children of my forum.

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