And now, the bursting of the cat tails. Tomorrow, number 4.

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he waited, without joy or sorrow, without emotion at all, for the clock to tick and the number to fall.
his life was ascribed all manner of strange notions as he looked over the wasteland and saw the small motions.
that would take him away and rend the world over, tear life from limb and lover from lover.

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