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It’s been about ten years.
They were brown.
I looked at the bottle of pill sitting in my medicine cabinet.
“Isn’t that underplaying the situation a little bit?” I looked at the pamphlet that had just come out of the printer.
Harry looked at yellow blood, half dried, on the cobbled road.
Sarah gasped for breath as she stumbled back to the Habitat.
Our is the last tribe that exists.
“There is a conspiratorial game afoot, hidden from the eyes of the sheep that roam this planet.
I looked up from my book as the zip of my tent moved up, and then stopped 2 feet from the ground.
“Uh honey,” I hesitated.