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Willow strode through the corridors, trying not to let her anger get the better of her. She was fed up with being kept away from meetings simply because they couldn't get used to having a woman in control. When she got to the double doors there were two guards but neither of them made a move to stop her. After taking a moment to calm herself, which didn't work that well due to the fury she felt, she pushed open both of the doors. The entire room went silent as they slammed against the walls. Standing in the doorway she looked at each member of the council, wondering whether it was time they all retired so she could put people in their places

If the world ends tomorrow-- My dad will sit out in a lawn chair the freezing Minnesota air, chainsmoking and smirking. And you, maybe if you wanted, we'd stand at the top of the Indian mounds like we did on the Fourth of July years ago and watch meteors firework across the sky. There will be no mini doughnut stand this time, no children laughing at the bright flashes, but also no repentance. If the world ends tomorrow, you don't need to apologize for anything. Hearts are fragile things and it's not like this world hasn't been struck by a meteor before.