Okay, Im an odd little ducky, Ill be the first to admit it.  Unless,
of course, Im in line for Star Wars tickets or Ive finally succeeded
in my plans for world domination.  (To join my pacifist army for world
domination, go <a href= http://www.angelfire.com/on/duesouth/irule.html
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<c>                <font size=5 > 	A Dream Within a Dream <font>
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<font size=1 >                      	     Or <font>
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				<font size=5 >	Dream a Little Dream of Me <font>
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<font size= 2> Or, I think Ive been watching *way* to much Rocky and
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Detective Ray Armani Vecchio sashayed over to the desk where Constable
Benton Big Red Fraser, Detective Stanley Dont call me Stanley, Im Ray
Kowalski, and Agent Jessica The bandit without a nickname Nesmith were
gathered.   <p> <p>
Jessi, darling, will you marry me?  Stan was begging.  The FBI agent
just shook her head sadly.<p> <p>
Alas, I can not...  She said with a sigh.  Not that I wouldnt if I could.
You are most handsome, and have the most sexy blond hair.  But I cannot
marry until we solve this case.  <p> <p>
The butler did it.  Fraser advised.  The other three people stared at
him in shock.  <p> <p>
There was no butler.  Just a cook and a housemaid and a gardener.  Ray
pointed out as he started to nibble on Jessis neck.  Fraser appeared
flustered. <p> <p>
Oh dear.  He said frantically, searching through the jumble of papers.
Giving up, he kissed the agents palm.  Stan scowled at the two.<p> <p>
Bastards!  He cried.  Shes mine!  <p>
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No, Im mine.  She amended.  The cute, spiky haired detective frowned.
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Oh.  <p>
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But now, its time to get back to the case. The raven haired, hazel eyed
beauty said firmly, adjusting the green woolhat she wore.  There was
a long pause as all three men started to pout.  <p> <p>
Well...?  <p>
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This isnt real.  This is just a dream.  The Italian detective suddenly
accused.  The Mountie and the detectives stared with narrowed eyes at
the agent.  <p> <p>
She blinked innocently.  What?  <p>
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Ah.  Jessi sighed as she snuggled deeper into the red-clad arms of her
hero.  I was getting tired of that anyway.  Come, Ben, let us away. 
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Oh, yes, darling, where to?  He asked her in a strong, ever-so masculine
voice.  She gave him  a strange look.  <p> <p>
Ben, were on a horse.  Into the sunset!  <p>
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Oh.  All right.  <p>
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And as they rode out of sight, Jessi was heard to mutter I should of
picked one of the Rays....... <p>
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<c> <font size=5 >  Fini  <font> <p>
or, not even a single maiden tied to a rail road track. <p>
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And, by the by, The gardener did it.  In the absence of a butler, the
gardener <i> always </i> does it.  What it is, thats another story...
*the sound of evil laughter fills the air* <p> <hr>
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10 bonus points if you can guess who my fav Monkee is. <p>
1000 if youve ever Monkee walked out of a Monkees concert, then started
sobbing because my darling wasnt there.  Join the club. <p>
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