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Lady dons her neoprene. Keys the code for vault exit, turns on the ultraviolet of her divers’ mask. Steps into the sad street, and the ionized rain pelts her with soft seltzer. Today, like yesterday, there’s no gas to run the diggers. Cleanup, burials. She calls a spade a spade.

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