The boom was deafening.
Aleksandr hid his head under his crossed arms. A rattling of chips fell down from the ceiling of the basement where he and his school mates were hiding. You never got used to the missiles, no matter how constant they were. He waited. He waited more. He would outlast those Russian monsters out there no matter how long it
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(I'm going back and commenting on some of my favorites from last week before starting to read this week's entries.)
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