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| Mare Serenitatis |
“An angel, an angel.” They did think she was an angel;
they never doubted. “What a sharing lovely generous angel, always willing to
take a few homeless souls home and bathe them, feed them, clothe them, ” yes, the
poor, the helpless, the rejects no one wanted roaming the streets, stealing
food, sleeping in the shadows. Little did the town folk know… Some of her protégés had died, some were still alive,
others barely survived the procedures, but her business was blooming. A new
Mayor had recently been elected and he had decided to rename the city Vipir. On
a newspaper stand, the cover article of a fashion magazine was titled “Sharp
trend, canine teeth”. She smiled while an elderly lady looked at her with maternal
eyes. “An angel, an angel.”
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