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9/6/2015 5:05:22 PM
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You continue walking, taking in the blue waters and the light ocean breeze
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[b]I look out at the waves bombarding against some of the rocks out in the sea.[/b] "There's a storm coming. We need to batten down the hatches."
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You notice the group of teens packing up their stuff and leaving, but the burly teen from before waved goodbye and stayed behind, watching the waves as well...
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[b]He walks over and stands beside him.[/b] "Civil war is upon us. Things are headed for chaos quickly."
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"What?" The guy looked at you like you were crazy.
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"You haven't noticed? A racial outbreak occurs, now there are checkpoints everywhere, a blackout is happening RIGHT NOW, and not to mention that we have a crazy vigilante who's stolen a suit, and fifty other things. We're headed downhill fast."
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"I honestly hope so, I could use a break, the blackout has sucked for the bar though, having to use candles kind of kills the mood." The guy lit up a cigarette and continued staring at the horizon
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"I give you an expectancy of 40 years before all of the alcohol and drugs catch up with you." [b]He walks away.[/b]
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"See ya prick." The man walked away
