76.

Another endless drive-thru line. No date, no radio. A meteor the size of a humpback whale skims Earth’s orbit, recalculates its interest, then deflects to a more appetizing corner of void. “Dammit, I said no pickles,” growls the driver, chucking this newest burger out the window.

grh

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