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The Oracle looked down imperiously from his 18th floor corner office at the carnage in the street below.
“If only,” he said to the world at large. “If only people had donated to the kitty, we might have known what happened down there.”
Taking a last sip from his drink he crashed the glass up against the window shattering it into pieces across his desk.
“God damn all cheapskates!!”
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The hatbox is located ovah heauh---------------------------->
This is a perhaps tasteless publicity stunt. New chapter tommorow.