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6:45 p.m. - 2002-02-07 in the morning our house turned into a MacDonalds, random unfamiliar people were sitting there, scratching some kind of horoscope lottery tickets, I knew somehow I need to get 7865 in order to win and so I did. a weird homeless man was sitting next to me, he was wearing all grey and mumbling about us being ungrateful. I went outside to see what happened after the bombing and was amazed to discover that the sea, which usually was behind our building is now everywhere, you couldn't leave our home cause there was nothing outside but water. we stood a little on the balcony, looking at it, when a huge wave came crashing down on my grandmother and other supposed relatives and neighbors. they left running and screaming and I couldn't move from my spot, the wave passed me by as if it spared me.
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