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***THE LAST HUMAN STRANGER,*** 
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The sun stirs the earth. 
Around and around, it stirs us, like stew. 

The world is an ugly stew, she thought. 
It‘s so ugly I can't stand it.

Liesel crossed the bridge over the Amper River. The water was glorious and emerald and rich. She could see the stones at the bottom and hear the familiar song of water. 

The world did not deserve such a river.