and was unable to resist; alternately, we shivered and motioned with

Gurgling recurs at odd times. A shriek is not quite heard. The protagonist returns to her place of residence. Three thousand four hundred and eighty seven people die in street fighting. Food prices rise dramatically. The protagonist does her nails. She looks through her rolodex. Our people have some hope for salvation, but it does not materialize. Fifty more people commit suicide in front of an uncaring Emperor. The protagonist wakes up at nine thirty seven am, then goes back to sleep. Our last ammunition depot is destroyed. The protagonist has brie and smoked gouda. Her hair is now neatly coiffed. We are defeated. The protagonist watches the Simpsons. Miscellaneous crumbs fall on her dress.

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