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Sirens were going off up and down the tunnels and corridors, it sounded like one of those old klaxon horns that grew louder and louder. Then it would quiet down and start all over again. Even though the tunnels were full, flow of movement was brisk and organized. The flickering emergency lights in the tunnels cast eerie shadows on the wall and ceiling as the horns grew louder once again.What would seem like utter chaos to anybody looking on was like a well orchestrated emergency plan springing into action. Or so it was supposed to be. When Loo opened the door into the hallway, she was met by the wailing screams of the sirens as she witnessed a sea of bodies passing by. Turning to the “Talker” on her left wrist she anxiously said “Rocky, Sherman, Mannie, come in, is anybody on?”
Who is the MIP in your life takes a look at the life of an ordinary average guy, who's life is anything but.
This isn't drag-racing. Oh no, this isn't even pod-racing. No, this is Tricycle racing...Dutch Style!
From: The Purple Door
From: The Purple Door
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