Article: 261504 of talk.bizarre
From: Andrew Solberg <>
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Date: 1 Dec 1995 21:30:12 -0500
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When the Plague destroyed our reproductive ability, I was almost
two.  I grew up in a world of desperation, its population slipping
away without replentishing itself.  I determined not to surrender
to hopelessness.

Every day for fifty years, I have hauled topsoil into the Empire
State Building.  People laughed, but the humor faded as the laughers
died off.  The jeerers used to line 33rd Street as my truck drove
past.  The last few years, though, the remaining elderly gawkers
simply gaped at my hanging garden, stretching a thousand feet up.

I feel things should end on a high note, see?

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