We're not in Kansas
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elseworldexiles"NO!" Mystique screams at the sky. "NO! NO! NO! I want a T.G.I. Fridays! I want a P.F. Changs! I want a J. Alexanders! I want food with initials first and dessert last and a waitress who never lets my beer run dry!"
She falls to her knees, cradling her head.
They've fallen out of the desert and into a gorgeous portrait of pastoral life. They're on a well maintained packed-dirt road; no potholes, but likewise no signs of paving. A lush green field of waist-high wheat stretches from their left to the horizion. The road seems to lead to a pre-industrial villaige to the north and a mountain range to the south. The mountain is sheathed in a thick layer of cloud that seems to go a unusually far towards the ground.
Mystique pulls out a bent cigarette and lights up, glaring hatred at the universe.
She falls to her knees, cradling her head.
They've fallen out of the desert and into a gorgeous portrait of pastoral life. They're on a well maintained packed-dirt road; no potholes, but likewise no signs of paving. A lush green field of waist-high wheat stretches from their left to the horizion. The road seems to lead to a pre-industrial villaige to the north and a mountain range to the south. The mountain is sheathed in a thick layer of cloud that seems to go a unusually far towards the ground.
Mystique pulls out a bent cigarette and lights up, glaring hatred at the universe.
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