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Little Game

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Everything changes. Everything starts clicking together, like tiny pieces found in a broken alarm clock that sharply rings, making you wet your pants when you hear it. And you want to slam it down into the ground and make sure those pieces will never be able to be together again.

I'm sorry. I'm rambling. But everything does change, and the notion about the alarm clock is exactly what I want to do with the world right now.

For starters, genders grow further apart. Governments neglected (more like rejected) women leaders and removed them from parliament completely. They started dictating what is proper; what men and women should be doing to help contribute to the greater good. Society took this movement as an excuse to actively inform each other that women are far beneath the feet of men. And they can't do anything about it because what their government does is superior. 

Coed schools are discouraged, like the one me and my sister go to. A small reminder that our life was never ours to begin with. That we are dead people roaming around because another power told us to. Revenge is coming to this city.

But I know that this isn't some guy's idealistic notion of a normal community. 

Sounds more like bullshit to me.Todos los derechos reservados

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