You are 16 year-old Tracey Fletcher. You wake up one morning to find almost everyone disappeared during the night. You never really find out why. You go to high school and form a community that over time needs to recreate more of the good parts agrarian and industrial and tribal and nomadic cultures while trying to minimize the bad.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
some outshining
so what ... Since I am the least bit weaker than Atticus Finch ... I'm a weak and untrustworthy man? Please draft me into a smaller pool of men with only tricksy losers available as reference
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