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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