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Sara didn't know anymore if the world was going to end, or what it would mean for her if it did. But as anybody would, no matter where they're from, Sara sorted through the sorrow, and the smoke-stained cobblestone of the fireplace wall. What remained was a contagious, wistful comedy of hundredth-story butterflies, fireworks on the Fourth of July, and yellow-striped range balls dancing above the treeline.