Blue Dot Club

Tumbleweeds, sex clubs and military parades from a dystopian future…

“Look, Daddy.” Sally pulled at her father’s arm, pointing. A rabbit hopped across the street, stopped, twitched its nose. Sally’s eyes followed the floppy ears and white tail as it darted under a parked car. “It’s a bunny.”

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