The Evil One:

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Saturday, December 27, 2008

They're picking up the pieces after a nuclear war. They sit around for a while feeling the warmth, touching their pealing skin, and looking. Looking for life. Looking for a store that's open. The only thing they find is destruction. Life incinerated. The color screen turned black and white. Objects... Sign in to see full entry.

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