our future has been scripted for us
Today Maxim romanced me by placing a twelve-inches-square box on the dining room/kitchen pass-through.
“Twenty-five pounds of rice. Ten bucks.” He tapped the box sagely.
We have a Chinese-made assault rifle and we’re all of the sudden stockpiling rice and beans. I swear the Superiors are gonna be revolutionaries before it’s all said and done.







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