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		<title>Let the light start</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Where did the human race teeter?  Did we mean for it to end like this?  Is it ending? We stared at the tv all morning.  What did it mean anyways?   I kissed Nick on the forehead. His brown locks curled feriously at the nap of his neck.  His eyes looked worried but he didn&#8217;t say [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Where did the human race teeter?  Did we mean for it to end like this?  Is it ending?</p>
<p>We stared at the tv all morning.  What did it mean anyways?   I kissed Nick on the forehead. His brown locks curled feriously at the nap of his neck.  His eyes looked worried but he didn&#8217;t say anything.  Didn&#8217;t want to argue again, I guess.</p>
<p>Last night had been another long fight.  He said we should stay home.  Wait.  I insisted that life had to go on for now. </p>
<p>Four people called in sick at the office.  That only left three of us.  Jaden and Phillip.  I didn&#8217;t care much for Jaden.  She was cold.  Never one to go out of her way to make anyoen else feel comfortable.  She was just there to do her job and go home to do whatever.  I didn&#8217;t know anything about her personal life.</p>
<p>&#8220;So&#8230;&#8221; Phillip sat at the seat in front of me.</p>
<p>&#8220;Guess we know what the lead story will be for this week,&#8221;  I attempted a weak smile.</p>
<p>He looked equally as concerned as Nick. &#8220;I would have expected you to spend the day at home.  I&#8217;m pretty sure we aren&#8217;t going to worry about even putting out anything this week.&#8221; </p>
<p>We wrote newsletters for a big company.  He had a point.  It wasn&#8217;t like employees were going to care at all about what was going on inside the company.  Certainly no promotions would be going on this week, if ever again.  How long would it be until everything just closed I wondered.</p>
<p>&#8220;Where is Superman when you need him right?&#8221;</p>
<p>I nodded.  &#8220;Actually I think that Resident Evil girl would be a better bet.&#8221;</p>
<p>I was trying to be lighthearted.  Wasn&#8217;t exactly easy right now.  Phillip knew that my family lived in Nebraska. There was no doubt that it had affected them already.  Just a matter of time for all of us right?</p>
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