"I'm just ready for a new identity," she said as the clerk behind the counter at the convenience store removed her arm with a swing of the machete. "And then I want a donut."
A deep sigh escaped her as she pushed back from the desk and stood up, holding the small metallic object between her fingers. Soon he would return to his cube, and the news she had to deliver would change things dramatically.
Following the locusts, he made his way down the highway, climbing over abandoned cars. He stopped only to retrieve a partially torn bag of Doritos that had gone stale.
The exchange is a failed dance, the same as every other attempt for the last seven years. In a public place, the alleys are filled with anxious allies and the battery life of all devices is significantly reduced.
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