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Hope
The staccato pounding of the 50 cal. machine gun tore at the howling winds, the shrieking chopper blades, like ethereal monsters in a twilight battle, roaring their fury,. Dark, sneering ...
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Goodbye
This is the second thing I've posted here. I realize it's pretty short, but it's a start, and I wanted to see what you thought of it. Hoarse shouts of ...