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Tonight, the first landmarks to be burned are Buckingham Palace, the Tower of London, and the British Museum.

No land to divide the blueness.

The crowd broke like a wave and began to flee in all directions as out of the east came three German warplanes, low and lower, deafening, descending like hunting hawks on Le Cheylard.

“Let’s return to Alice,” he said. “We’ve a wedding to pull off—and then a procedure to perform [blood transfusion]. I rather fancy the wedding will be the more difficult.”

The bodies have been buried, mostly in shallow graves scattered across fields near the places where the mass murders took place, but memories linger.

J.T. Marsh said:

Tonight, the first landmarks to be burned are Buckingham Palace, the Tower of London, and the British Museum.

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“I doubt it.” Jenny smiled a little. “But it was nice to think of when I was trying to sort up from down.”

Behind his back his fingers were crossed, and his mind was full of hopes that his father would be better.

I’m coming to find you.

Now she smoothed Elena’s hair back in place, cupping her forehead with a hand at the side of each eye, where it always hurt when she was upset. “I stayed for you.”

The zoo was in the middle of the town, but the bus got there quickly.

Jeganna’s plan had worked.

As we marched though, my limbs loosened and prickled.

I stood as Rabia tucked her feet onto the couch.

Kaydra shook her head. “Love can be blind, Terrance.”

After a few jerks, it pulled me up, where I dangled like clothes on a hanger like everyone else

“You're the best person I know, Magali,” he said low. “But I meant every word I wrote. I'm sorry. I'll be in touch if they need anything else.” And he walked away from her through the patches of moonlight and shadow, leaving her clenching her useless fists by her sides.

Kaydra wrapped her arms around Terrance’s waist and flew out of the forest.

Terrance was knocked off his feet and water rushed into his nostrils and mouth.

“Where are we going?” Terrance clutched his seatbelt as Auden took a sharp turn.

Terrance grabbed the bars and shook them. No rattling or budging. They were firmly in place.

“I think we should just order online next year,” Betula grumbled. “This was too much.”

Last line of a short story!

“I can’t believe the Puppeteer, or whoever, let you keep this, Spindle.”

About maybe twenty minutes later, I dumped my controller on the cold, pale dirt.

"You don't know?" he said gently. "They shoot Maquis prisoners. Every time."

“Hold on,” Billie said. “I think there’s a spaceship or something down here. Yeah. It is. Get down here guys.”