Shadows of crumbs. The PM is eating!
A group of asteroids, each dozens of miles in width, crash down around him. One almost crushes him, only missing by a inch. Well, by a mile to Adam. He recognizes the astronomical object is a bread crumb, one of hundreds that most people make when eating a sandwich. He runs up to it and grabs the tiniest of fractions off of it, enjoying some fresh food while he can. The thunder of conversation was no longer echoing around him; how long did he sleep? Stuck in his hand, he fails to notice the continental hand lower, ready to sweep the crumbs off of the skirt.
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June 8, 2023
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