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Short story - As the fog lifts over the snowy French Alps on a cold winter morning a small green tank becomes apparent pushing over the snow and into view.
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Short Story: As the fog lifts over the snowy French Alps on a cold winter morning a small green tank becomes apparent pushing over the snow and into view. Then in the blink of an eye hundreds of little green men pop their heads over the rocky white hills. As the sweet sounds of the tanks roar through the French valley thousands of people flood the streets in celebration. As the trucks, tanks and troops stormed through the village, it seemed to trigger a hope in the hearts of the young impressionable. The whole of the town rejoiced thinking that the English had come to save us. I on the other hand knew the truth. The troops headed my way; I decided to go to the back of my shop. I had just started re-heeling one of the local's shoes, a scruffy looking thing with no laces and rips in the side, these...
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