Just like that, all the kids relaxed. “Thirty years?” Trang laughed. “That’s forever!” “It’s not that long…” I said. But to a bunch of twelve- and thirteen-year-olds, thirty years may as well be a million. “Can I be on Tracy’s team for the rock-sorting assignment?” asked Michael. Thirty years. I looked out at their little faces. In thirty years they’d all be in their early forties. They would bear the brunt of it all. And it wouldn’t be easy. These kids were going to grow up in an idyllic world and be thrown into an apocalyptic nightmare. They were the generation that would experience the
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