Wasteland
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Last published Mon, May 30, 2016
*ROUGH DRAFT*
Nobody thought it would happen. An atomic bomb? No way. But it did. Thousands were slaughtered. I was one of the lucky ones, the blast didn't hit as hard out here. Ha. Lucky? It's a wasteland out here.
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