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| Ever since he was a child, the tall buildings downtown had made him feel uneasy. He imagined them having a purpose of their own, other than their publicly acknowledged one. |
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| One day they pulled themselves out of the ground all together and lifted into the air. Jets of flaming gas billowed beneath them, forcing them majestically upward, annihilating all passersby. |
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| He watched the Downtown Liftoff from the window of a bus across the river. Bridges fell into the water, like scaffolds and gangways collapsing in the footage of old Moon launches. |
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| The downtown landmarks, the old familiar towers were gracefully taking flight. The purpose for which they were built, their hidden pattern was suddenly revealed to him. "Just this way," he said to himself. "It was meant to happen just this way." |
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| Bankers and receptionists were carried off; the charred remains of messengers and secretaries were left in the streets below. As the trails of fire pierced the clouds and disappeared, proving their perfect unity of intent, he thought, "Wow." |
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