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Take Out the Trash Day

Here I am. Stranded about a mile outside Seaton.  I've chased UFO's to Chris Jone's place and seen them out there walking around.  I tried to get back to town so I could help the wounded after they attacked but now I'm not far from Joe Garland's old place in the country.  I have to get back to Seaton - I can see the flames and smoke. 





Just then, overhead, I see two UFOs heading back to town, followed by, Yes!, its the good old US Army!  Chasing those bastards out of town.  


 

My run back into town finds the wreckage and devastation of the northwest quadrant of Seaton.  But why?  Why Seaton?  Why Chris Jones?  Why can't Chrysler make a fuel efficient Jeep?  





The village Volunteer Fire department is doing what they can to contain the blaze, but since there isn't a lot of houses anyway, it won't take long for them to put it all out.  The sun is coming up and more Army guys are patrolling to keep the peace and, wait, it looks like they are starting to rebuild the town.



    

But they aren't just rebuilding, they are making it look just as it was.  The old Maguire place which was burned down earlier is being built back, not as new housing, but just as it was, warts and all.  The junkyard next door is being cleaned out, it is being replaced by similar junk.  People with hammers and nails and construction weren't building new, they were simply re-building what was destroyed.  

    

And then I wondered if there wasn't a kind of conspiracy going on to hide the truth.  I shook my head and tried to get Fox News out of my mind and return to reality.  Out of my head Hannity, out damn Tucker.  This was no conspiracy, it was a blatant hiding of the truth. 



"Oh, Hi, Jimmy.  Welcome to Seaton."


To Be Continued...
     

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