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2011-03-19
this end of the world


I took my rifle and walked through rainy light. There are no more people at this end of the world. I am unwashed but clean in the grey light. I climbed to the top floor of an abandoned building. I sat on the bare floor and cleaned my rifle and replaced the duct tape. I sat by the broken window and waited for the rest of the day to fail.


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