The Hero Gets a Name

I guess you couldn’t really say I “saw” it, but in my mind’s eye, it was clear as day. From out of the sky, came a tremendous force of glory and despair. It seemed to be a swirling fireball of red and white. I watched it plumet to the earth, but as it was about to hit, it split in half, the red going one direction and the white in another. I knew that every semi-sensetive person in Seattle wold have felt that, or my names not Clement Garrison.

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