Jane looked at me with trepidation -- nay fear -- in her eyes, asking not with words, but with those steely blue eyes, "I'm scared." Searching for the right words to respond, instead I just continued where she left off...
The new OZ. After everything got blown to bits and vaporized, OZ was left standing. A new regime? The only one to survive the chemical holocaust? Hard to say, but we had to get off the exit anyway. It was beginning to get dark, and without electricity, we would be doomed on the road.
Jane looked at me with trepidation -- nay fear -- in her eyes, asking not with words, but with those steely blue eyes, "I'm scared." Searching for the right words to respond, instead I just continued where she left off... Comments are closed.
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