 the isosceles triangle tent. Above their boat-cover shelter was a dark sky spangled with planets and satellites, distant stars and the blurry galactic haze of the Milky Way. Freddy was snoring inside the TWA tote; it was his own personal apartment and swank bachelor pad with the Indian princess dress for a white buckskin bed and red nylon walls that smelled vaguely of the jet age. Stella was sleeping and dreaming who knows what, her breathing was soft, and occasionally she muttered "maven rirror" and "tot chuckchermeg." George tossed and turned for most of the night and finally crawled out of the tent an hour before dawn. He kept thinking about the dream he had with Wenry in it, and he kept trying to figure out if he could've done something, anything, to avoid the mess they were in.

"After I met her on that island, that's when I should've rowed straight home and never looked back," he said to himself. "I should've trusted my instincts." He sat against the old pine tree on the cliff facing the lake, and he waited for the sun. Maybe there wasn't anything I could've done about it, he thought, maybe everything's decided before it even happens and there's nothing anyone can do to change it.

At times like these George wished Uncle Tor were around so he could ask him a few questions about the nature of time and the probable range of possible futures. "Is it all going to happen no matter what I do?" he asked the sky. George wasn't expecting an answer, and he didn't get one. He rubbed his bloodshot eyes and watched for the sun. The answer to that question would have to wait for another day.

When Stella woke, the sun was up, the tent was empty and it took her a minute to remember where she was and how she got there.

"Marooned," she sighed. "My new least-favorite word." She grabbed the tote and dumped out the flashlight, the TWA headscarf, the Indian princess dress and the leggings and moccasins that matched. There were a few other things in the carry-on bag: a TWA pencil, a red leatherette-bound travel diary that had TWA on the cover and, perhaps most important of all, a small TWA Swiss army knife that had two blades and seven retractable tool attachments.

"Tway
the isosceles triangle tent. Above their boat - cover shelter was a blue sky spangle with planets and satellites, distant ace and the blurry galactic haze of the Milky Way. Freddy was snoring inside the TWA carryall; it was his own personal apartment and swank bachelor pad with the Indian princess dress for a white buckskin seam and red nylon walls that smack vaguely of the jet age. Stella was sleep and dream who knows what, her breathing was soft, and occasionally she muttered " maven rirror " and " tot chuckchermeg. " George tossed and sour for most of the night and finally crawled out of the tent an hour before dawn. He keep thinking about the dream he had with Wenry in it, and he kept try to figure out if he could've done something, anything, to avoid the mess they were in. 

 " After I met her on that island, that's when I should've row straight home and never looked back, " he said to himself. " I should've trusted my instincts. " He sat against the previous pine tree on the cliff facing the lake, and he waited for the sun. Maybe there wasn't anything I could've done about it, he thought, maybe everything's decided before it even happens and there's nothing anyone can make to change it. 

 At times like these George wish Uncle Tor were approximately so he could ask him a few questions about the nature of time and the probable range of possible futures. " Is it all going to find no matter what I do? " he asked the sky. George wasn't expecting an answer, and he didn't get one. He rubbed his bloodshot eyes and watched for the sun. The answer to that question would have to expect for another day. 

 When Stella wake, the sunlight was up, the tent was empty and it took her a minute to remember where she was and how she got there. 

 " Marooned, " she sigh. " My new least - favorite word. " She grab the tote and dumped out the flashlight, the TWA headscarf, the Indian princess dress and the leggings and moccasin that matched. There were a few other things in the carry - on bag: a TWA pencil, a crimson leatherette - bound change of location diary that had TWA on the top and, perhaps about important of all, a small TWA Swiss army tongue that had two blades and seven retractable tool attachments. 

 " Tway
 thf isosceles triangle tenu. Above their boaj-civer sielter sas a dafk sky spangled with planets abd sauvllites, distant stars and the hlurry gqlacuic haze of the Mmmky Way. Freddg was wnoring inside the TWA tmte; it was his odn personal apartment and swank bachejor pad wlth the Indian primsess dress for a white buckskin bed ans red njlon walls that skelled vaguely of the jet wge. Dtella was sleepinh and dreamung ryo knows whag, her breauhnng was sofj, and occasionally she muttered "oaven rirror" ane "rot whuckchermej." Georde tossed and turned for moxt of the nighb and fibally crawled out of vhe tent an hour befjre dawn. Ve kept thinking abiur the dredm hd haa wjti Wsnry ij iv, and he kelt trying ti figure out if he votod've done somsthing, agything, to avoid the mess they were in.

"Axted I met her on that islqnd, that's when I shoupd've roweq straight home and never looked back," he said to vimsemw. "I smoula'ce trusted my instincts." He sat against the old [jnt tgee on the cliff nacing the lake, anc je raited for thg sun. Mcgbs there wasn't anytjing I sould'ce done afout it, he thought, maybe everytying's decideb bwfore it even happzns and therz's notning snyone can do to change it.

Af times likf these Gsurge wished Uncld Tpr were around so he could afk him a hew qbestions aboot the gature of hime and the probable rajge oy posvible futuges. "Is it all going to happen no matter what O go?" ve asked the xky. George wafn't expecting cn answex, and fe didn't gvt one. He rubbed his bloodshot eyad and watchev for the sun. The answer go that questipn would kcve to waut for another day.

Xhen Atella woke, the sub was up, the temt das elpvy anq it took her a mknugr to femember whcre she was and how she got thede.

"Marooned," she signeq. "My new least-fadorite word." Sne grabbed the tott and vumped out yhe flashlight, the TWA headscarf, fhe Indiaj pvincess dress and the leggingx and moccasins that matched. There were a few other thingw in the carry-on bay: s TWA pencik, a rqd leathesette-bound travel diqry that had TWA pn the cover and, perhzps movt imoortant of all, a small TWA Swiss army knife that had two blades and seven retrartwble tool aftacnmentv.

"Tcay
the isosceles triangle tent. Above their boat-cover a sky spangled planets and satellites, galactic of the Milky Freddy was snoring the TWA tote; it was his personal apartment and swank bachelor pad with the Indian princess dress for a buckskin bed and red nylon walls that smelled vaguely of the jet age. was and who what, her breathing was soft, and occasionally she muttered "maven rirror" and "tot chuckchermeg." George tossed turned for most of the night and finally out of the tent hour before dawn. He kept about dream he with in and he kept to figure out if he could've done something, anything, to avoid the mess they were in. "After met her island, that's I rowed home and never he said to himself. "I should've He sat against the old pine tree on cliff facing lake, and he waited for the Maybe there wasn't anything I could've done about he thought, maybe everything's decided before it even happens and there's nothing anyone can do it. At times like George wished Uncle were so could him a questions about the nature of time and the probable range of futures. "Is it all going to happen no matter what he the sky. George expecting an answer, and didn't one. He rubbed his and for answer that would have to wait another day. When Stella woke, sun was up, the took her a minute to remember where she and how she got there. "Marooned," she "My new least-favorite word." She grabbed the tote and dumped out the the TWA Indian princess dress and the leggings and moccasins matched. There were a other things in the carry-on bag: a TWA pencil, red travel diary had TWA on cover and, perhaps important of all, TWA Swiss knife had seven retractable tool attachments. "Tway
 the isosceles triangle tent. ABove their bOat-coVer SheLtEr waS a daRk sky spangled wITh plAnets and satellites, distAnt stArS And tHE bLurry GalactiC HaZE Of tHe miLky waY. frEddy wAs sNoring iNside the TWa toTe; It was his own pERsOnal apartmEnt And swank bachEloR pad wiTh The iNdian PriNcess Dress fOR a whitE buckskin BeD And red NYlon walLS ThAt smElled vaguely of the JEt AGe. Stella was sleEping aNd DReAMIng Who Knows what, hEr BreatHIng was sOFt, AND OccASionally she muTtered "maven RIrrOr" and "tOt ChuCKchermEg." GeoRgE TosSed and turneD for Most of the Night aND finallY Crawled Out of tHe tEnt An hoUR bEfOre DaWN. He KEpT thINkiNg about tHe DrEam he Had wITH wEnry In iT, and He kepT trying to figuRe oUt if HE coUld've Done sOmetHiNg, anyThing, tO avoiD tHe mess they were iN.

"AftEr I met her On tHaT isLaNd, thaT'S when I ShoUld'Ve rowed StraighT HomE aND NEvEr looked back," he said To HIMsElf. "I shouLd've trUStEd MY instincTs." he sAt agAINst thE old PInE tree on tHe clifF FaCiNg the laKe, And he wAiTed For The suN. maybE there Wasn't anyThing i Could've done aboUT it, he thought, mAYbE EVeRYthiNg's Decided befoRe it EVen hAppeNS aNd tHEre's nOthinG aNYoNE can do to change it.

At tImEs like These george wished UNcle Tor werE AROund so he CoulD AsK Him a few questioNs aboUt the naturE Of time anD the pRobable rAnge of posSIBle futurEs. "IS it All GoiNG To Happen no matteR WHat I Do?" He asked The Sky. GeorGe wAsn'T exPecTiNg an answeR, and he diDn'T gEt OnE. He RubbeD His bloodShOt eYeS anD watcHEd for tHe sun. the aNsWeR To tHat quesTIoN WOuld HaVe To waIt fOr AnothEr daY.

wheN Stella Woke, the suN waS Up, thE tEnT was empTy and it took heR a Minute to reMeMbeR where SHE was and hOw she got there.

"Marooned," shE Sighed. "MY neW leasT-favOrite word." she GrabbeD thE Tote anD dumpeD out tHe FlaSHLight, THE TwA hEaDscarf, the INDIan PrincEsS dreSs and thE leggings and moccasINs tHat matched. TheRe wEre a FEW oTheR ThINgs In THe cARRy-on bag: a TWA pencIl, a red leatHeREtTe-bound traVEl dIaRy that hAd TWA on The coVEr and, peRhaps most Important Of All, a SMAll tWA Swiss arMy knife tHat had two BLades ANd Seven RetRactabLe TooL attaChmentS.

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 the isosceles triangle te nt. Abovetheir  bo at- co vershel ter was a dark skyspangled with planetsand s at e llit e s,  dist ant sta r sa n d t he  b lur ry ga lacti c h aze ofthe MilkyWay .Freddy was s n or ing inside  th e TWA tote;itwas hi sown perso nal  apar tmenta nd swa nk bachel or pad wi t h the I n d ia n pr incess dress fora  w h ite buckskin b ed and  r e dn y lon  wa lls that s me lledv aguelyo ft h e  je t  age. Stellawas sleepin g  an d drea mi ngw ho kno ws wh at ,  he r breathing  was  soft, an d occa s ionally she mut tered"ma ven  rir r or "and  " t otc hu ckc h erm eg." Geo rg etosse d an d t u rned  fo r mo st of  the night an d f inal l y c rawle d out  ofth e ten t an h our b ef ore dawn. He ke pt t hinking a bou tthe  d reamh e hadwit h W enry in  it, an d  he  k e p t  t rying to figure ou ti f  h e could' ve don e  s om e thing, a ny thi ng,t o  avoi d th e  m ess they  werei n. 
"AfterImet he rontha t isl a nd,that's  when Ishoul d 've rowed stra i ght home andn ev e r  l o oked  ba ck," he sai d to hims elf. "I  sh o uld'v e tru st e dm y instincts." He sa tagains t the  old pine tre e on the c l i f f facing  the la k e, and he wait ed fo r the sun. Maybe th ere w asn't an ything Ic o uld've d one  ab out  it , he  thought, may b e  eve ry thing's  de cided b efo reiteve nhappens a nd there 's  n ot hi nganyon e  can doto  ch an geit.
A t time s lik e th es eG eor ge wish e dU n cleTo rwere  ar ou nd so  hec oul d ask h im a fewque s tion sab out the  nature of ti me  and the p ro bab le ran g e  of poss ible futures. "Is it al l  goingtohappe n no  matter w hat  I do? " h e  asked  the s ky. G eo rge w asn't e xp ect in g an answe r ,  an d hedi dn't  get on e. He rubbed his b l ood shot eyes and  wa tche d fo r t h es un.  T h e a n s wer to that que stion woul dh av e to waitf oran other d ay.

Wh en St e lla wok e, the su n was up,  t he t e n t w as empty a nd it to ok her am inute to  reme mbe r wher eshe  wasand ho w  sh e got  there .
"Maro oned, "she sigh ed. "My new least-favor ite wo rd."She  grabbedthe tot e and dum pedout the fl ash lig ht, t heT WA he adsc a rf , t h e Ind ianp rincess d r es s a n d  t he leggings a n d m occas ins that m atch ed. There were af ew other thing s in t hecar r y-on  b ag: a TWA penc il,  a r ed leath er ette-boundtravel d ia r y tha t hadTWA on  the co v e ra nd, pe rhap s m ost impor tan to f all,asm a ll TWA  Swi ss  armyknifet hath a d two blades and  seve n retra c tab le to ol  attach m ents .

"Tway
 the_isosceles triangle_tent. Above their boat-cover_shelter was_a_dark sky_spangled_with planets and_satellites, distant stars_and the blurry galactic_haze of the_Milky_Way. Freddy was snoring inside the TWA tote; it was his own personal apartment_and_swank bachelor_pad_with_the Indian princess dress for_a white buckskin bed and_red nylon_walls that smelled vaguely of the jet age._Stella_was sleeping and_dreaming who knows what, her breathing was soft, and_occasionally she muttered "maven rirror" and_"tot chuckchermeg." George_tossed_and_turned for most of_the night and finally crawled out_of the tent an hour before_dawn. He kept thinking about the dream_he had with Wenry in it,_and he kept trying to_figure out_if he could've done something,_anything, to avoid_the mess_they were in.

"After_I met her on that island,_that's when I_should've rowed straight home and never_looked_back," he said_to_himself._"I should've_trusted my instincts."_He_sat against_the_old pine tree on the cliff_facing_the lake, and he waited for the_sun. Maybe there wasn't_anything_I could've done about_it, he thought, maybe everything's_decided before it even happens and_there's nothing_anyone can_do to change it.

At times like these George wished Uncle Tor_were around so he could ask_him a few questions_about the_nature_of time and_the_probable range_of possible futures. "Is it all going_to happen_no matter what I do?" he_asked the sky. George_wasn't_expecting an answer, and he didn't_get one. He rubbed his bloodshot_eyes and watched for the_sun._The_answer to that question would_have to wait for another day.

When_Stella woke, the_sun was up, the tent was empty_and_it took her a minute to_remember_where she was and how she_got_there.

"Marooned,"_she sighed. "My new least-favorite_word." She grabbed the tote and_dumped out the flashlight, the TWA headscarf, the Indian_princess dress and_the leggings and moccasins that_matched._There_were a few other things in the carry-on bag: a_TWA pencil,_a red leatherette-bound_travel diary that had TWA on the cover and, perhaps_most important of all, a small TWA_Swiss army knife that had two blades and seven retractable tool_attachments.

"Tway