First Line of yesterday:
The world was on fire. Ahead of us, where Syracuse would be, the pre-sunrise sky was lit up with orange and shadowed with grey.
Last Line of yesterday:
“She shouldn’t be moved,” Lewis sighed, “but we shouldn’t’ stay here, either.”
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