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People had called him mad, crazy, insane; but he had built this place, this underground shelter anyway. He had always known he’d be right; and even as the bombs hit dirt and made every living thing...
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People had called him mad, crazy, insane; but he had built this place, this underground shelter anyway. He had always known he’d be right; and even as the bombs hit dirt and made every living thing and every dead thing disappear, he was sitting on his couch-cot reading a book. Things were good, then. Things were Hell now.
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