Welcome to the apocalypse. Where make-do is a motto and life seems wrong, out-of-place. Where the weak become strong bec — Caroline George, The Vestige
Welcome to the apocalypse. Where make-do is a motto and life seems wrong, out-of-place. Where the weak become strong bec — Caroline George, The Vestige
Welcome to the apocalypse. Where make-do is a motto and life seems wrong, out-of-place. Where the weak become strong bec — Caroline George, The Vestige
Welcome to the apocalypse. Where make-do is a motto and life seems wrong, out-of-place. Where the weak become strong bec — Caroline George, The Vestige
Welcome to the apocalypse. Where make-do is a motto and life seems wrong, out-of-place. Where the weak become strong bec — Caroline George, The Vestige
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Welcome to the apocalypse. Where make-do is a motto and life seems wrong, out-of-place. Where the weak become strong because they have no other choice.

— Caroline George, The Vestige
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