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When you first see the news reports, believe them. It is not April Fools’ Day. It is not Halloween. There is nothing printed in the small square on your calendar that represents these twenty-four hours. The priest opening mass two blocks away as you watch television is wearing green vestments for Ordinary Time. So when you see the news reports, believe them, and leave. You will not get another chance. This is not a drill.
Superheroes save people. Operators save people. Therefore, operators are superheroes. It all makes sense.
the idiot didn't even die doing something heroic.
eugene woods, not dying.
Someone leaves anonymous love notes in the comms shack. Tiny heartbreak ensues.
The afterlife was a lot like Cornwall, really.
On the bright side, at least all the things in the taxidermy museum were definitely dead. It was a reassuring fact, what with them being in the middle of the zombie apocalypse.
Eugene doesn't understand how a nation could be so enthralled with a sport in which men in ridiculously white clothing stand around doing nothing for absurdly long periods of time. Jack corrects him, with the assistance of what seems like every child in Abel under ten.
Jack and Eugene host Abel Township Masterchef, featuring Simon Lauchlan and his tactical bacon.
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