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For the first time in a decade, someone smiled. — A piece by KayWily.

KayWily’s hand hovered over the transmitter key. Hope was a dangerous thing; it had a shelf life of about three seconds after you last ate. But the voice kept coming, naming coordinates that were only two blocks away. KayWily

“—anyone out there? This is not a drill. Repeat, this is not a drill.” For the first time in a decade, someone smiled

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