There Will Come Soft Rains by Ray Bradbury
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The voice-clock sang, breakfast was ejected, but no doors slammed. The garage chimed and lifted its door to reveal the waiting car. The house sat alone in a city of rubble and…
  • ChicoSuaveEnglish
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    6 days ago

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