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Coffee House [slow,irregular updates]
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It's amazing how one event can bring the whole world to a crumble. It really is amazing.
These events can bring us together, or tear us apart. Create alliances, or end them.
This is the story of some ordinary people, who just so happened to get caught up in the midst of one of these events.
The story of some people who watched the world crumble around them. The people who were there to live the moment.
This isn't a story about the aftermath, it's a story of what comes before. The calm before the storm.
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