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Time currency and exchange rate issues.

The clerk looked up from the pile of gold coins. “What are these?”

“Quatloos,” said Emris. “My savings. For this holiday.”

“Ah.” The clerk began typing. He was rather handsome for a lizard. With an impressive crest jammed under his ridiculous hat. “I have fifteen planet systems with variations on the Quatloo… Where are you from?”

“Greater Deregulation.”

“Ah.” This time, his voice was sadder. “Hm. We have three of those. May I look at your galactic passport?”

Emris handed it over and took off his infovisor.

The clerk was scrutinizing the stamps. “Mh… Ha! East turn-wise Greater Deregulation… Oh dear.”

Emris put his infovisor back on. “Something… wrong?”

“Your Quatloos… are only worth a handful of Days, even at the best rates. And your planned stay is for… two months.”

“…but I saved up for so long…”

“And that effort should not go unrewarded. Let’s see what I can do for you…” Frantic tapping, beeping and error sounds. “Ah! Yes! I can get you a grand total of of a Standard Year.”

Emris gasped. “How did you manage to do that?”

“Your Quatloos are made out of certain metals… that are worth more than the money they represent.”

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Anywhere in the story: “It never ceased to amaze him how little the world seemed to care about those it had little use for.” Also include a banana.

London was overgrown. Those bits that were left were barely holding together. And still, someone took the time to write on walls.

It was a warning. Red was a difficult colour for paint in this kind of arena, but someone had still taken the time to make a bright red paint. And

Before Josie’s mom goes to Kraplaquistan, recount the last conversation she had with Jason and how little she really knows how awful he is, even as it reeks and ferments before her very eyes due to her obsession to bring Josie back to her point of view.

Porche  greeted Jason with a warm hug and a kiss on each cheek. “Daar-ling! How have you been? I’ve been dying to see you since Tullagawupwup…”

Jason smiled

Jean discovers a reason why Duncan should be dumped and Todd shows her why Scott might be a better choice, all while they hang upside down from a tree. By accident.

“It'snotmyfault, IsweartoGod, pleasedon'tkillme!”

Jean was still getting her bearings. A tough thing to do when gravity wanted all her blood to settle into her head because the ground was directly above it.

She let open her ‘walls’ a crack to scan for any other intelligent life besides&

End a story with this line: “She only knew it was going to be messy, however it ended.”

Karin had a problem with clean. Firstly, it never made sense; because the first thing that happened to clean was that someone pretty much instantly made it ‘un’ in short order. Secondly, she could never really do it. Her attempts at clean always ended badly.

And Mom loved clean. Loved it beyond all reason.

And today was Mother’s

Graydon Creed and Mr. Kian get into an argument about mutants in school, power, decency and misogyny, which also demonstrates to Kian how much of a terror Graydon could be when he’s older.

“Now, I understand you used a slur in a public arena, mmkay?”

“Mutie is not a slur. It’s what they are.”

“Mmkay. That word you just used, the new M word? Mmkay, that’s a slur, mmkay… It&