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Hot Day
Hot Day
It was a hot day in the Nevada desert.
Slowly in the distance, a dot trailing smoke came closer.
Minutes passed.
Above a faint jet engine sounded, no more than a whisper.
The sun was at its highest, burning mercilessly down.
An omen of coming events?
The dot was now a vehicle, an old yellow school bus.
Bars covered the windows.
Hands...
Monday 3rd December 2012 7:30 pm
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