Again with nightfall stones fly here and there, one lucky throw nailing a porch light, its warm cone inhaled up into the nostril where the struck glass shattered; the filament, drenched in oxygen, drowns like a kitten. They’ll have issued rifles by now, by now clicked their opaque visors into…
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