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My memorial to the late Harold Ramis. Please review. ________________________________________ -Summer 1994- In doubt, he once said, "See you on the other side, Ray," and after that night gave no thought again that he would need to say goodbye to a friend until many years later when it was too late. Three men stood in a subway car, six-o-clock on a summer evening in the dead stagnant air. Three men of four: an incomplete team. It had been that way for only a couple of weeks and it was as new and strange as adjusting to a missing limb. They seemed pale and tired and appeared to be breaking into their new routine. Things had been busy and he

Sherlock had finished his case and offered to cook dinner, something John had suggested he do as a 'romantic' gesture. After eating the dish Sherlock had prepared you felt rather nauseous and the stomach ache you had been suffering from had worsen. Sherlock had loudly lamented that his cooking was not that bad, that he had eaten it also and he was fine. John had returned home to find you lying on the sofa, deathly pale, clutching your abdomen. "Where does it hurt (F/n)?" John prodded your stomach gently as he tried to work out what was going on. As he pushed down on your lower stomach you yelped. "There! It hurts there!" A flicker of conce

A week at the Base Retrieving files from "ksmarke" 9 files found Review new files? Y/N Y Open DataFile.MyJournal.wps/May_23rd_through_24th? Y/N Y May 23rd trough 24th Dear Diary,     After yesterday's events, why am I not surprised that all 5 'gamers,' Officer Owler, their security officer, and their CMO were in attendance during my meeting with their leader, Optimus scrapping Prime. Each of those humans were wearing the exact same military uniform, right down to the rank markings! And if that did not send me for a spin, then their N.E.S.T. patches did. I mean that was the team name of human unit allied with the Autobots in the Tran