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Excerpt: On a summer Monday, I was out with my brother and we were looking for food. Some plants had to be boiled and boiled and boiled to be edible, and others were okay as they were, but they didn't do us any good if they were still growing in the ground and we were going hungry. Mom had told us about "grocery stores" before, places where there was all the food you could ever want, ready and waiting for people to come and take it--I'd even seen one once, the one time we ventured as far as the city looking for things to eat or to bring back to the house. It had been a huge skeleton of a building, with the ground pockmarked and the shelves still mostly full--dogs and maybe other things had torn apart certain sections, but left overs completely alone. Everything in it was too old to take back with us, though, and to me it felt like such a waste.
I wonder what sort of world it was, that had been full of easy food and noisy people.
Thoughts: Oh man, sob. I had a very specific thing I wanted to accomplish with the
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In unrelated news, I will very likely be doing a fic meme this week (or possibly in two weeks--or maybe I will do two), re: my new fandoms. I need to make some ground on my Big Bang fics, though the
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