“Josh,” I whispered. “What are you doing?” “Writing my epitaph,” Josh whispered back. “Because the end of the world has arrived. Time will soon collapse and all will sink into the ocean. The sign has appeared.” My head sagged on my neck at my hopeless and foolish desire for help. “If the end of the world has come,” June started, “what point is there in having an epitaph? No one will be around to read it.” Josh paused in the middle of writing a word. “This is true…” Murmured conversations kicked up, softening the tense atmosphere.
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