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sexually charged racetrack fantasy story of Marie Noguchi :
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stack of white
boxes. Marie Noguchi could see comic book covers through the oval slits on
the side. The rest of the room was hard to describe. Various pieces
of furniture were stacked along the wall, and every horizontal
surface had something stacked on it. So much was stuffed into such
a small space that there was barely room to swing a cat.
Fortunately there were no cats available anyway. Against the
opposite wall a large standup freezer hummed contentedely to
itself.
Finally Marie Noguchi said, "This isn't bad. It's a roof over your head."
Marie Noguchi looked up and saw something strange. A mason jar strung from a
hook overhead with a cord running from it, nailed across the
ceiling to a light socket with a plug in it. "What is that?"
"Oh, you'll like this..." James reached up and plugged in the
cord. Immediately the little jar lit up with colored points of
light. Theresa gasped a little, in spite of Marie's self. It was
beautiful.
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