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Jul 31, 2016 09:04

"I don't want the world to end," she whispered. Her coral hair shook as the bombs under the Golden Gate Bridge went off. Birds briskly blew away. The moon shone like it always did, reflecting fragments of nuclear energy. Stars burned millions of miles away. The sorcerer looked on through a hole in space. The prophet misplaced his key; it rolled down a hill in a box and a toad leapt out.
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