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The Valkyrie |
Every day in the lunchroom at work, a well-educated young woman listens to the
tepid acquiescent acceptance of impending totalitarian socialism rife among her co-workers. It seems like a universal mindset.
There are even a few who are rabidly proactive about it. Hers is a bigger than average salesroom, with the usual rapid turnover.
Employees come and go all the time. She has begun to wonder about how many of the activist political traitors could disappear
before anyone would notice. .
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