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33 Apocalypse Ave, Sunday Afternoon
Dec. 10th, 2017 09:40 amFrom the minute the calendar had flipped from November to December, Kathy had been getting ready for the holidays. Quite literally--at midnight exactly she'd hung up the first decoration over her bed so she could fall asleep under it. By the tenth day of December, the public spaces in 33 apocalypse were starting to resemble a gingerbread house, lacking only a Christmas tree to hit maximum Christmas spirit.
So it was entirely possible that when the magic strings of Christmas lights appeared (in very unusual places, like inside closets and around the fridge and festively illuminating the shower since most other places already had strings of lights put up), it was entirely possible that it would have shorted the power even without the island's impetus behind it. Kathy tried flipping the breakers three times before just giving up and lighting a bunch of candles instead.
Though she'd just finished mixing up a batch of cookie dough which required an oven to bake. Maybe one last attempt to get the power working before giving up on electricity entirely?
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So it was entirely possible that when the magic strings of Christmas lights appeared (in very unusual places, like inside closets and around the fridge and festively illuminating the shower since most other places already had strings of lights put up), it was entirely possible that it would have shorted the power even without the island's impetus behind it. Kathy tried flipping the breakers three times before just giving up and lighting a bunch of candles instead.
Though she'd just finished mixing up a batch of cookie dough which required an oven to bake. Maybe one last attempt to get the power working before giving up on electricity entirely?
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