200 Years (R.J MacCready)
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The blaring sirens compared to the worried voice of the reporter on TV was enough for my Mum to rush to Shaun's room. She snatched him from his crib and yelled to her husband.
"We need to get to the vault, now!"
My Dad shuffled me towards the door and wrenched it open, running away from the only home I've ever known
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