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Crop Circles by S.Z. Attwell

N*yxl took a look at the multiscreen, magazine in hand, then spat out his Zorgian smoothie. He scrambled half out of his seat, feet sliding dangerously across the dash, Earth magazines scattering – research, of course – and screeched, “R*llon! They’re escaping!”

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