Yeah, this crowd of total nut heads also called guests are only accepting Mom's invitations because Mom has the best caterer in town with real gourmet food and the whole nine yards.
[…] the tiny piazza next to Donna’s apartment building and sat at an outside cafe in the weak winter sunlight and ordered two cappuccini.
Looking closer, he realized it was a kaiser blade that he assumed was left by a groundskeeper, possibly even the Slovak himself, used to thin out some of the overgrowth. The half-moon-like cutting edge was razor sharp on one side, dull on [the other].
There had been doubts that a genship crew would be able to handle a starship after five generations or so post departure, ...
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