"That'll be $10.58, cash or card?" the cashier asked.
"Cash," I replied, and I handed him $11.
I walked out of Los Angeles' last and ever-so-silent Costco with my sandwich, soda, and some candy bars. Yep, the 2035 we all dreamed about brought more flying stuff than we could imagine.
We imagined flying cars, but we've got all kinds of stuff flying...mostly dust and plastic bags. Sometimes I wonder what Clinton would do to this country... I donned my safety glasses and walked back up to my apartment.
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The Revivers
FanfictionThe Revivers - a tale of music's recovery. The year is 2035. After Drumpf's presidency, America started going downhill. VERY QUICKLY. More and more Americans were losing their minds. Some moved to other countries, with no risk of returning h...
