a purple of panic
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Last published Sat, Sep 14, 2019
Channel surfing, the usual trash was on every channel. The light of the television flickered, Nya then saw an image of a hospital bed. "Over 38 people dead in only one month!" The screen flashed, transitioning to a news reporter. "Many people are in the streets rioting this week after the epidemic antidote outrage." The television flashed again; someone had changed it.
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