Waiting for the End (5SOS)
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“How are you alive?”
“I should be asking you the same thing.”
“Well aren’t you glad you’ve found me? Were you tired of waiting?”
“To be honest, I wasn’t waiting for another human life form to appear.”
“Then what were you waiting for?”
“Waiting for the end.”
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