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The clock strikes 12, and what do you know. As I write, it’s July 23rd, again. Happy birthday to us.
Just as you predicted, I lived on without you. I never thought I could, but I did. Maybe what drove me was your desperate want for me to do so.
They took over. The quartids invaded Earth 67 years ago, and we work for them now. Days get rough, and nights are never quiet. They toss...