ZERO PARADES
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Easy climb.
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Edges of bootprints are stamped into the sheets.
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Electrocution waiting to happen.
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Empty bottles are all that remain of the drinks bar.
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Empty bottles, an ash tray -- but no liquor. A casual business meeting spot.
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Empty cans bounce off the wall, echo. They all miss the target.
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Empty OXEN Bocks bottles. Label says they expire in two years.
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Encrypted notes. Each paragraph uses its own cypher-type -- impressive.
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Entire chapters ripped out of the medical textbooks, replaced with handwritten pages.
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Eszti and her husband in family photographs.
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Etched under the top frame: '#4'.
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Even metal decays eventually.
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Even the chair gäng's been broken up.
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Ever feel like you should be living your beliefs a bit more? Join a union, organise a protest, write a pamphlet? Start a reading group to…
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Everybody knows males are the top level. You're destined for mediocrity, the eternal supporting role -- just smile and accept it. Only…
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Everything freshly fried.
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Eviction. Threat word. Danger.
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Ex-Supreme Leader Nestor's face has been plastered over the film poster.
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Excellent view over Party Alley from here. Can make sure everyone's having fun.
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Exotic Pet Shop [tk]
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Faces here not yet fully carved. Ghosts trapped in stone.
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FAILURES OF INFRASTRUCTURE EVERYWHERE YOU LOOK.
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Faint smell of coffee.
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Falling to pieces. We could kick him over and finish the job.
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Familiar empties of schnapps.
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Far above, past the concrete, the wind carries the sweet sting of salt and crushed grass.
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Fare evasion has worn these bars out.
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Fat residue on old cardboard.
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Feel the weight of those papers. It's all in there, the culmination to this madness.
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Fig rolls used to cool here.
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Files, redacted by rot.
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Film spills out of the boxes, the old and very flammable kind.
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FILTH MANIFESTED BY PRIVATISATION.
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Find rope. Can hang yourself from here if it goes wrong.
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Fine wine, temptingly open.
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Fire hydrant. To drown those candles if they get ideas.
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Flickering light. Stirs something.
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Flimsy latch on that drawer. Wouldn't be hard to pop.
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Floorboards coming for your balance. Don't let them take it.
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Flowers bloom from cracked cement, wilt in the pots.
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Flyers detailing horrible communicable diseases.
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Flyers for shows, rallies... all far in the past.
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For the first time in years, no one is watching you.
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For use in event of state emergency.
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Forgotten in the shadow of the satellite.
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Foxes run uphill, cutting desire lines through the undergrowth.
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Fragments of an enraged female voice escape from the receiver.
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Fragments of an unrealised geometry. They call to you.
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Fresh film, labelled 'evidence'.
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Fresh. The paint fumes make your head ache.
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