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The “We apologize for the slow pace, we’re experiencing delays,” the intercom spluttered. The speaker was right above me and every time it vibrated, there were answering tingles…
Short, round arms flailed in the humid spring air (the children were very thirsty) and the sound of hurried footsteps filled the garden – they had somewhere to…
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