THE POWER OF LITTLE

THE POWER OF LITTLE

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"It's just a little complication." Then the waters started raising from the so called small problem of global warming. "It's only a little disease." Soon after, the population dropped from 10 billion to 100 million within a year. "These people are just little and pathetic against us." Yet these enemies have just as many people on their side as the good people have on theirs. It's an even battleground. "They're just a small team, no need to worry about them." A small team of assassinations ready to annihilate these enemy leaders to bring down the "little" enemies that could ruin everything even more than the disease and rising waters have.
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Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.

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