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When Pigs Fly


When – the world no longer exists. No animals, plants or even sound. All of it has faded with the Apocalypse. With not even life to mourn the loses. Pigs – who have no care for cleanliness. The men with the empty beer bottles and garbage thrown all over the apartment. Who think women are here to serve them. Maids for their pigsty and mothers to their offspring. Fly – climbing into the drink. Thirsty itself from hiding. With only three days to live but less for the ones killed. He avoids humans with large objects. Mates to insure survival of the species and waits for the end of his days.
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