In our neighborhood there was never anything memorable to tell, ever. It was the ordinary world in its purest sense. Time never seemed to move forward, we grew up amidst insipid games and lethal boredom. Our parents aged more slowly the closer they got to old age. And as for the elderly I don't know, they were always sheltered in their attics and basements.
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The Apocalyptic Gong
AdventureIn a boring neighborhood where nothing important ever happens, a new neighbor arrives with a mysterious instrument that threatens to destroy the world. The neighborhood children begin to suspect the lethality of the object but at first no one believ...
