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The Heart In War

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Parts 8
Time 7m

Reads 92
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Parts 8
Time 7m

Dark. Midnight. The Undergrond Manhattan. Subway ride. I saw a man come, he sat behind me. I was scared. The 4 Train Landed At 167th Street. The man went out, so did i. He came tword me, i was running now. I left the turnstile. I ran down 167 Street. 168 Street, 176 Street. I ran down the Moshulu Pkwy Station. I was found. He held a knife up at me. "Oh You Ain't Going Anywhere. You're Stuck. Tell Me Your Name". "Blue" I said. "Come With Me" He Said. He slammed the turnstile. A downtown 4 train exploded. Bombs went off... The next world war had started.All Rights Reserved

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