Panic

Not long after the first attack on North America’s fragile ego I took a walk outside at night. The skies were clear and I could see the darkness of the heavens. I saw a streak going long across a small section of sky. I braced for a terrible impact, I braced to feel my body being torn apart by shrapnel. Then I realized it was a shooting star.

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