Finished Folds (1—3)
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5since every single one of them had been shattered. The explosion had rocked the neighborhood, sending cars 20 feet into the air. A child's bike had landed in the tree next door,
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5even though , in some odd way it felt as though it had stopped, here in this city of destruction. Nothing was everything, everything was nothing, and yet I still felt hopeful that
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1.." Just as I was about to reveal the punchline, a burst of gunshot was heard, and the window to my left exploded, showering the room with sunlit glass shards. I dove under the