More than half the city perished. As pretty as its owner. His eyes were bright with the hunt. Her sensitive ears could hear her foster mother snoring in front of the television. "Nothing—nothing," she answered, bursting into tears. She dared not look directly at him, her head obscured by a gray hoodie, she had the slumped appearance of an androgynous adolescent.
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