The intense yellow sun was high in the sky. The fields were hot and the earth burned the feet of the men running in front of him – they wore no shoes and no one knew why.
Her nose knew this smell. The people. The men. Men. Men took the trees. Men made them hot and orange. Men would touch the trees to make them glow in the night. The trees began a new life that filled
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The brand-new baby is screaming. In French. In German. No, in French. It's definitely in French. It isn't obvious, at first. It's not like she's screaming for a Weiner schnitzel or demanding a
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