Unwritten
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Last published Wed, Dec 4, 2013
There has been a debate about when, exactly, things got to the point they did. Some say it was only in recent years, when the gas supplies ran out and the wars started. Others link it all the way back to the great depression. A few go further still, and blame it on Eve. Or Satan. That group is a bit conflicted.
But no matter how you spun it, the undeniable facts remained; the world was ending
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