The beautiful girl looked around wildly. “Who’s doing this?”
“The mob, I think,” I said.
“The militias!” said Uncle Willy.
“How do we get out of here?”
“I’m not sure…”
“They’ve come with their ammo and their canned goods!”
“There must be a way out!”
“Well, we got in here
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En core en core!
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I say you've have the germ of an on-going series here, particularly if the stories are provoked by the older members of the family. Blessings on your details.
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