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His father set him onto the golden sand and watched as the boy danced with excitement.
"Ah! Ah! AH! AH!" the boy screamed as he danced from foot to foot on the #scalding sand. Then he sprang back toward his father and the canoe rolled over, dumping them both into the water. (3/3) #WinterWorldsPrompt

The breeze picked up, providing relief from the oppressive heat.
"Hold on tight!" the man called, as he grounded the canoe in the sand, a few yards shy of the open ocean. "Are you ready!"
The boy shrieked with excitement. (2/3) #WinterWorldsPrompt

The little boy knelt in the prow of the canoe under the sweltering sun as his father paddled into the headwinds. The #river had grown broad as it meandered through brackish salt marshes and approached the sea. The boy squealed with excitement as the waves grew larger. (1/3) #WinterWorldsPrompt

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"Lord and Lady Ivy have been having some difficulty," she said. "It seems the Lord likes to gamble a little too much. And there's Count Cindakor. His wife is reportedly having a difficult pregnancy." She seemed to have the entire social #graph of the Belleriand aristocracy in her head. (2/2) #wss366

The crowd parted for Curtiss as he led Serena through the press of the ball. Serena held his arm and nodded to other couples as they passed. She murmured the names and various tidbits of social gossip to him as they went. (1/2) #wss366

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An n-dimensional hypervolume.

Hutchinson, G. (1957) Concluding remarks. *Cold Spring Harbor Symposia on Quantitative Biology*, 22, 415–427.

Davan stuck his tongue out. Jilli shook her head. He checked himself all over, feeling his arms and legs and head. Then he felt between his legs. He looked up at Jilli, anguished.
"C'mon," she sighed. "Let's go see the Witch." (3/3) #wss366

"Cursed? What kind of curse?"
"It varies," Jilli said.
"How serious are they?"
"I knew a girl once whose tongue turned green."
"Ugh. What did she do?"
"Nothing. It kept men from hitting on her." (2/3) #wss366

"No! Don't!" yelled Jilli, but it was too late.
"What?" asked Davan, brushing the dead insect off his shoulder.
"Now you've done it," Jilli said. "That was a #curse fly."
"A curse fly?"
"Yeah. If you swat them, you get cursed." (1/3) #wss366

After breakfast, Revin escorted Momo to the salon where she was holding her public meetings.
"Lady Vallon," a page announced. Revin stood to the right of Her Majesty. Lady Vallon was impeccably turned out in a dark suit and #modest hat. Momo didn't mince any words.
"My Chief of Staff recommends you for Interim Governor. Do you accept?"
"By your grace, Your Majesty," Lady Vallon said with a curtsy. #wss366 from Devishire!

Qyestion of the Day: Are they *Uma Musumes*? Or *Umas Mumume*?

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Curtiss considered who might else might attend, trying to balance the service he might offer versus the risk of involving her in his checkered past. He coughed discretely.
"Are you certain, Milady? You know nothing of me."
She looked up at him and smiled. "I know enough, Milord." (2/2) #wss366

"Might I beg of you a favor, Milord?"
"What would you have me do, Milady?"
She looked down for a moment, then looked up again.
"It is expected that I attend a ball this evening and, being new to the city, I have no-one to accompany me. Would you do me the favor of escorting me?" (1/2) #wss366

I wonder how many people get the reference… #bsd

"Twelve are right on," Fugu said. "But the left diquadratic optimization is point four off."
The Chief smiled. "It sounds like you nailed it."
"But why won't it accept the changes?"
"I haven't added you to '#wheel' yet. Gimme a sec…" He tapped at the keyboard. "There. Try now." (3/3) #wss366

"Mmm," the Chief said, without looking up.
"I've recalibrated the drive crystal settings, but the system won't accept my changes."
The Chief looked up.
"Did you calculate the checksums?"
"Yes," Fugu said, confidently.
"And did they all match?"
"They're all within spec."
"How close?" (2/3) #wss366

The Puffer was enroute to the jump point with fresh supplies and new staff. Fugu, the new drive engineer, went across the drive bay to the Chief's office.
The Chief was behind his desk tapping away at his keyboard.
Fugu waited. When the Chief didn't say anything, he said, "Hey, Chief?" (1/3) #wss366