that this isn't a Communism." One man had asked another man, "Can you tell me what the problem is?" There'd been narrow margin between groups walked-back from warring against each other and pockets of enclave. Limited resource flow had caused hostage taking and some peering into what had become death and destruction situation in our American town.
"Why can't I get anyone?" A woman asked a public service walkie talkie. "The chore aid is on hold." Trash was starting to mount up on front lawns without compound-fencing. A "witch doctor" had performed another "surgery". And without definitive on the vote counting and a president with health issues, citizens were commenting in lieu of making investments, stuff like this feels like a bazaar, and, here's a quarter call someone who cares. The quarter saved more than a few lives when someone could get past flesh-eating dogs guarding drugs and sex for sale and contact the authorities.
"Captain Wallace, why are those people sitting on shelving?" A person in a Star Trek costume asked a rabbit. The answer was complicated and unfolded through "channels" over a few days. It essentially had to do with "troops" and "homeland".
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