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The End 1

From Her Point of View
It was the first of December.
It was the first day of the last twelve days.
Of the world.
Forever.
Next to me, He stood. I love him. He loves me.
The Aztecs.
They predicted this. A very long time ago.
But hey.
What about that guy who predicted the holocaust?
He was right. Hopefully these guys aren’t. Everyone’s been going crazy for the last week or so. I’m scared. We’re just hiding in our apartment. No riots can get to us here.
I hope.

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