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I work in the library of a quaint town a few miles North of English sea. The town was well-looked after, plentiful overgrowing plants and trees, delightful smiles and an economy that is well-organized. Yes, there may not be so many people here, but we have more than the other towns adjacent to ours. We have a famous farmer’s market once a week that keeps our town’s name on the map, although barely. The town’s name is Conroy.
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The world had reached the limit in its patience. Fifteen years before today a cold snap hit the world harder than any natural disaster. Major lifestyle choices had to be taken, but the change was so sudden that large countries not used to such cold weather suffered greatly. Pain and suffering became a daily ritual for them, but only the rich survived in their heated homes and with better clothing. Ten years ago it became survival of the fittest. It was chaos and no amount of government speeches could save us, especially since the power cuts began.
I just wanted a simple vacation. It wasn’t often that I got off work, but I liked to make time for myself despite this. It so happened that I set up something special for this vacation, a cruise among tropical islands, plenty of sun and refreshing smoothies. It was the vacation that my old body longed for, but of course, somebody had to ruin it with that tired question.
“Hey, aren’t you Death?” “Sigh.” |