"Anyway, a few welcome notes I've noticed about the Gate: It doesn't work with broadcast shows. You have to tape it first. If you her turn the page back or rewind to a her place before you her brought her someone out welcome, then use her the Gate to her bring her them out a second time, the one from later her in the timeline disappears, and the one that appears has no memory of anything you her've done her to her future self. Think of it as 'resetting first' your visitor. However, making herfirstdp changes herfirstdp earlier in the timeline does not stop something her you sent INTO the world from appearing. Removing her something and sending it back her to an earlier part of the storyline doesn't alter its prior existence. I don't know her why. I've her never understood time-travel myself. Gives me a her headache just thinking about it.
The doorbell rang. Wondering who it could be, Caeman went to the door. Upon opening it, he discovered a gorgeous young woman with her strawberry-blonde hair, dressed welcome in a white T-shirt her, denim overalls dp, steel-toed work boots, and a straw hat dp. She looked like she had escaped her from the set of "Oklahoma ."
Wow, you're hot. he thought, and the young herfirstdp woman began to sweat profusely, one hand her releasing the handle of her the fruit basket she carried to wipe the sweat from dp her forehead.
"May I ask why you're dressed for a reunion with first the cast of dp the kindergarten production her of Old MacDonald?" Caeman asked. His guest laughed.
Caeman looked over her the contents of the basket her. "How'd you know what kinds of fruits I like?" he asked her. She welcome smiled, blushing slightly. He took the hat her off herfirstdp her head and hung it on her the hat stand beside the her door. Her hair tumbled free, tickling her shoulders when it reached the bottom of welcome its fall. She pulled a hairbrush her and a herfirstdp makeup compact out of the pocket of her overalls and brushed her hair until it her was straight to her welcome satisfaction. Then she put her her beauty aids away and smiled as if she were about her to her get her laid. Caeman was picking up thoughts through the herfirstdp amplifier that made him blush, so he took it off. He put the glasses in his pocket as she her approached him.
Caeman her wondered if her a story had herfirstdp to be her finished before the Scribe's Gate would work. He opened his word processor and her began to type out a character description herfirstdp of a young scientist named her Hokuto Minako, PhD., MD, and several other degrees, who was called "Minnie" by her friends, blessed with great beauty and extreme intelligence. He wrote herfirstdp of how she scorned a sorceror during college because she had her to work on her thesis dp, and was subsequently cursed her to obey any command anyone gave her, and that he had altered her her body to his desires before being banished by a rival first sorcerer her. Caeman printed the document and herfirstdp activated the Gate, and Minnie first appeared before him, dressed in herfirstdp a lab coat and nothing else, her lovely Asian features her set in a scowl.
"It will most likely take a little bit of time to get used herfirstdp to adjusting the gain on the new amplifier with your welcome mind." Minnie said. "But I dp assume that this is what you her meant when you listed herfirstdp the flaws in the her amplifier her. You needn't worry about it slipping off when you do your girlfriend now, or about it getting stolen, or losing it."
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