It was a bad day. A lot of bad stuff happened. And I'd love to forget it all. But I don't. Not ever. Because this is what I do. Every time, every day, every second, this: On five, we're bringing down the government.

Sunday, January 22



Boy meets girl.
Boy loses girl.
Boy gets killed in a collision with a mile-long alien spacecraft and rebuilt as a girl.
Girl meets girl...

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