TP 12/2/10: Migration-Not There Yet

The webpage listed retirement community after retirement community, promising freedom from life's little worries and a return to your younger years.

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Bonnie's and Clyde's Last Strike - Draft

We could finally retire how we want to. jasmine _(jasmine sits down at one of the chairs at the table.)_ i wanted to be done the last time you said we were done. we have enough money. i want a family jemoth. i want us to be normal.

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Retirement

I know konrad is getting old because he has started thinking about retirement." “doesn't he always joke about his retirement?" “normally yes.

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Considering Retirement

"fara....i think i'll retire." "really?" "yeah...these missions are getting more extreme each time and...i've been spending less time with you and jewel...i haven't been fair to you."

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Purgatory: Prologue - Contacts From The Past.

The rain was pouring down behind the cheap blinds. It was a Monday evening. He hated Mondays. For most people it signaled that a new week full of work was begining, for him it simply meant that another worthless week was starting. Oh yes, he hated...

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Not So Retired Any More II

#2 of not so retired any more okay here comes chapter 2 critique is very welcome. also: adult story! ye be warned! dead furs tell no tales (except in csi: furry)!

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Not So Retired Any More VI

#6 of not so retired any more comments welcome, sorry for the shorter chapter.

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Not So Retired Any More VII

#7 of not so retired any more this chapter is...well, you'll see! note: violence ahead. if you decide to keep reading, don't blame me for your anguish.

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Out of Retirement (A1, B2, C7)

**chapter -7- out of retirement** _midnight san francisco, california_ ... ** nathanial carrington drew his foot back** and kicked a door. his leg glowed with the power of a lightning bolt.

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Not So Retired Any More XVIII

#18 of not so retired any more chapter xviii - sailing into the storm _great. hot chopper landing under sniper fire. in the fucking rain._ arlen held a paw over his eyes, trying to see through the sudden downpour.

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Not So Retired Any More XXII

#22 of not so retired any more chapter xxii - iron rain the rangefinders read 960 meters, which buck told him in a whisper so quiet the tiger could barely hear it - even with the sound amplifiers in their lashes - over the sounds of bombardment going

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