String 10 Magazine

! how much I hate the city, how much I hate this city, imprisoned like the living come out of it only empty, imprisoned like the living come out of it only empty! ! for us Moldavian cities, you gave us labor and hospices, you crushed us to pieces under the trams

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String 9 Magazine

CULTURAL RELATIONS "Ambassador, the ship is two minutes from orbit. The commander is waiting for you on deck." The officer politely retreats and motions me to the door. I go out, in a hurry to follow the invitation. The Great Moment is approaching. Emotions churn my stomach. I would postpone the bridge to

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