Calls for help came every day, in every language spoken from Zeta Centauri to Ugnar 8.Meteor. Famine. War!!!Help us, they pleaded. Whoever they was in that particular society that...
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"Ugh, why is the signal so bad here?" My brother, Arjun, groaned. He kept refreshing both of our phones. "I mean, we are in a...
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Calls for help came every day, in every language spoken from Zeta Centauri to Ugnar 8. Meteor. Famine. War!!! Help us, they pleaded. Whoeve...
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Calls for help came every day, in every language spoken from Zeta Centauri to Ugnar 8. Meteor. Famine. War!!! Help us, they pleaded. Whoeve...
