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Continúa, Has publicado abr 07, 2016
Kristy shook her head, exasperated. "I don't know, I wish I was drunk. That would make so much more sense." She reached into the middle console and pulled out her Ray Bans, a gift from our parents a few years back. She had a habit of putting them on right before she started crying. "You know that meteorite that flew over India last weekend? Well, Dad called. And- and he said Mr. Halters had called him and said there was some kind of space bacteria or space parasite or space something in it. And it's deadly. Like, really deadly. The Indian government tried to quarantine it within affected cities, but it had spread to the clouds- our clouds. The whole worlds' clouds. It's in our water supply, Jackson. And just one drop will kill you."



*based off Virginia Bergin's novel "H2O"*
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