The soul and mind road's.

If logic dictates me. my soul shall brun's all the truth. leaving me with only the lie's. it keep's me from snaping at the horror of life's. but ever damaged shall my mind be. if my soul cant accept this world and it being's.

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Insanity's Inception

Most acted as their conscience dictated. for good or ill...

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Serval and Sheep (Chapter 29)

"you make me sound like a dictator." he is reminded of his earlier scolding of the yak and springbok. guess leslie isn't that far off. "you're our dictator. and i trust your decisions. so i'm never that worried." "swoon." desmond jokes.

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prologue to Project:animus

But the number of genes does not dictate us so, thus making an opertunity in nature to create the diversity that us advanced forms of life are blessed to have. changing just 2 genes can change your eye color. changing 8 can leave you without an arm.

They Come

It is she, with the power invested in her, dictates at where one should live, and when and where one should do bloodshed.

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The Centos Herd

These odd little tests go on for quite a while with him dictating his findings into the tablet. eventually the doctor leans in and adjusts his glasses like he is focusing in on me.

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Choose your own path Pt6

You can't tell whether it's trapped on not, but logic dictates that it should be. your hands go all sweaty as you approach the altar, rock in one hand. carefully you reach out and hover your hand over the gem, ready to grab and switch.

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Pretty Stories for Ugly Children #3

But you saved her life by rushing here - - and your own the doctor dictates to the nurse for the journal hesitates a moment. it's touching to see husband and wife who will stay together and go together all the way.

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Duality

._ "it seems that your appearance must be dictated by etiquette and style." _look at us now, we are ungainly, overweight, crooked and bent, fat, and marked in ungainly places._ "we are not molding our shape to you successfully."

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The Choice

The mission dictated that they had to die. his finger hovered over the button that would launch the antimatter warheads into the planets core. there could be no hesitation. the mission must be completed.

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Wanderer (Sec. 2)

This is the note that ankh dictated to a scribe, who then translated and transcribed it into three different languages: draconic, elven, and common.

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Hammering Out a Skill (Otherwise Untitled)

The phoneix was always more comfortable with a hammer in his hand, than a pen, but matters of teaching always seemed to dictate discomfort.

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