"Oh honey, that's not good English." The ultraviolet wand and scope revealed the organisms. "Oh honey, you know how the boys are at that age." The two men exchanged porthole views. The women froze in place to be photographed. "Start talking!" A senior military man garbled.
Questions were being met with questions. Questions like, why did all those people take up/leave position?
Most of us floated like flotsam amongst a convergence of navies mired in the legal lingo of offshore.
A calm had quelled potential "civil war" to sides behind cement barriers. National Guard chalk-powdered the fluid frontlines based on reconn and captured infiltrator info-mation. Monitors displayed what once were red and blue dominated images of Country as black space with fire hazard spots.
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