| "... but, when you came down to it, a major pair of shoes wasn't
something you could just replace by mucking about in multi-
dimensional space/time.
He sighed.
Oh well, he'd better make the best of it.
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| At least it had
saved his life.
|
| For the time being.
He was perched on a foot-wide ledge thirteen stories up the
side of a building and he wasn't at all sure that that was worth
a good shoe.
He stared in woozily through the darkened glass.
It was as dark and silent as the tomb.
No.
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| That was a ridiculous thing to think.
|
| He'd been to
some great parties in tombs.
Could he detect some movement? He wasn't quite sure.
|
| It
seemed that he could see some kind of weird, flapping shad-
. ..."
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| taken from |
mostly harmless
by Douglas N. Adams ©
BBC
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