It’s not quite a kaiju story… but it involves Aliens, at least? According to the address on this, I submitted it at over five years ago, at my last apartment.
The Center was slow today; in three hours, Amy hadn’t seen more than half a dozen refugees pass her desk. Maybe – though there was faint hope of it – the war was finally winding down?
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Originally posted Mar. 7, 2012
“I do not know what this is.”
Winter frowned at the glass rose that had appeared in his office mail cube; behind him, Latricia laughed.
“It’s a rose. It’s not going to bite you.”
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