A Truly Horrifying Thanksgiving

A Truly Horrifying Thanksgiving

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WpMetadataReadContenido adultoConcluida lun, nov 28, 201633m
Come dreading the political conversations. Hope you get out alive. Dark humor is on the menu; humble pie is being served. Family secrets will be told, you better say thank you to the cook, and you do not want to know what is hiding in the basement. Thanksgiving dinner will be different and have serious and permanent consequences for those in attendance this year. Maryann and a few million of her powerful witch friends have come up with a solution for the election of the chartreuse one and the unexpected chaos that followed in the form of riots, violence, and the downfall of governments all over the world. They have a surprise waiting to be served between dinner and dessert. They will have world peace, but it will come at a high price.
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Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.

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