The sky above the standard suburban lawn didn’t turn black; it turned a shimmering, bruised purple. Crazy Dave stood on the porch, squinting through a telescope made of a hollowed-out log and two cracked monocles.
The sky above the standard suburban lawn didn’t turn black; it turned a shimmering, bruised purple. Crazy Dave stood on the porch, squinting through a telescope made of a hollowed-out log and two cracked monocles.
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