had collapsed. I stood on a chair, scanning the room for the beret-wearers.
Mind scrolled through relevant backstories. Knew we'd need 'em as the sandbags cut a swath line dividing territories.
Hours and hours of moment-to-moments full of stopwatch later I had occasion to talk about the night of the guard dogs.
"Like a chess game?" The lead people statue had asked two of the kids almost ripped to shreds. "SaSORTOF." The other was smelling the spots on him slimedandbloodied, slimedanddirty, slimed, and drooled on. "Hold on, hold on," he told a kid archeologist.
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