Local kids burnt down the school. Got the jitters. Sought a necromantic solution. Nancy promised them a hundred years of rain. Too late. She was busy unspooling the tapes. Doing a job on the memory bank. Fans of the program found their conversations deteriorating. The space between words was becoming damp and humid. The main character had never known anything different. She sat in her bucket and grew a single hair.
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