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Weekly Contest #60
The whole place smelled dead. Not of death, but of deadness, of nothing having been alive there for God knew how long. The sun beat down an unforgiving white haze, and the metal rusted into pockmarks, and the plastic sloughed off its shapes to drip and drool into a series of malformed curlicues. She had absolutely no sense of how much time had passed, and kept losing her own feet in the heat waves that rolled off the blacktop.There was no other life in this place, though she had practically no idea what constituted life anymore. It was hard ...
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