The Late Dromedar By Anis Trouflebelge Part 1: the Moon Car The time was almost eight. He did'nt really believe it to be accurate. The clock had always been a few minutes off, ever since his grandmother brought it back from the Americas. Not that it mattered. Time was barely visibly from where he sat on his grain of sand. Wondering.
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