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Lasers were going off. People were screaming. Everyone was terrified.
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| THE MARTIANS HAVE BEEN EATING MY FRIEND'S BLOOD! | |
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Fifteen Days Passed. The Narrator believes the Martians are gone. He comes out of hiding. London was full of dead bodies and fire. He searched the pit. The Martians are dead.
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They all lived happily ever after. Almost everyone in London Dead. But the rest of the people lived wonderfully. Like nothing happened. THE END
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