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The interior of the Harris' house was majestically lit that Sunday morning. The summer sun ripped paths between the leaves of the tall trees on the side of the house and penetrated through the windows, crashing into the curtains. The feeling of morning filled the decorated rooms of the house, conveying a lonely feeling for the lack of people walking among them. The smell of breakfast still lingered in the air and a certain mess ran through the TV room and the kitchen. The Harris family, on Sundays, had an extremely unpredictable routine. The house, which had 5 residents, now only housed two of them. The same morning feeling passed by the rooms of the house that morning was not yet present in the closed room next to the stairs that gave access to the second floor of the house. Alex, the eldest son in the family, was still sleeping heavily with the delicate and affronting touches of a tired teenager in this closed, almost dark room. You could say that inside your room, it was still 4 or

The big zoo in Oakland was crazy. It was the grand opening day of a large new animal area in the wildlife park. Months before the tickets for that day were sold out, and a zoo maintenance team was working exhaustively for everything that happened perfectly until the day - until then - awaited day. Next to the African savannah exhibit region, where lions and elephants were great attractions, a zoo management was built for a whole new year for the zoo dedicated to 2 new - and large - enclosures. A swampy area for the new group of hippos and also a great return with an underwater view of the newest Nile Crocodiles. As two new exhibitions were divided by a huge wide sidewalk with small kiosks for food and gifts, that day was still waiting for visitors. The park had not yet cleared a new area and a huge crowd was waiting for it to open. Lively children wear crocodile and hippopotamus caps sold at the entrance to the park and at all people as excited ages at the entrance to the new street. A

The basement elevator opened. This floor was restricted to almost all employees, but that early evening two visitors accompanied by the director of operations appeared. They were greeted by Allsen, a bald man in his late 40s. His pale, rigid appearance was intimidating. -Welcome to the pharmaceutical research floor, Project FC-MED. - He greeted the three in a friendly manner. - Nice to receive you, even in a somewhat inappropriate and delicate moment. It's collection day. They entered through a long corridor, in a semi circle. Several glass doors on the way, but followed where the signs indicated "Specimens - collection". The whole location followed the same design pattern as the rest of the installation, but different from other floors, this one entered inside the mountain. Some details were opened to the solid rock of the mountain, like a rustic style to the laboratory. Unlike the previous visit, this one was claustrophobic and more serious. The cavernous tone of the floor was somber

The black helicopter flew over the zoo street. On the side you could read his name baptized in white letters. The capture. The aerial vehicle was of last line, but it had stickers and customizations made by hand. The pilot flew low following the huge animal. The tyrannosaurus was agitated under them, pacing back and forth. From a distance, 4 people in uniforms ran in the opposite direction to the creature. -Keep flying over it. We need a perfect aim. - A military man said on the internal radio to the pilot. He was in the cabin, next to the door. -Okay, got it! - the pilot answered immediately. A different accent was present in his voice. His English was almost perfect, but it did not hide the tone of the cradle Spanish. They followed the animal from the side. He moved more calmly now, but still in irritation. -I'm telling you, this is not a test. And we need to be quick. - A blond, young and elegant-looking woman spoke on the transport radio as well. She was beside the military - The

- We're almost done today. - Dan drove or mini-truck at low speed, relieving himself with his own phrase. - I can't believe it's the sixth time and we have the weekend for us. This week was the worst of the month, without a doubt. -I would say in the worst semester. My knees are broken. But more and more this place is more beautiful, look like mulberries there. - Without passing, Marco pointed to the driver's left side. A small orchard of young trees was sunning itself. The children of the cicadas and the wind made the moment even more beautiful. - Too much effort, too much reward. As my father would say. The staff is already leaving, everything is in compliance. We just need to leave a “beautiful land” in greenhouse one now. Where are you going to release the beetles? Marco-Marc, how to abbreviate your mate and smile at the landscape again, your right now. He was handsome, reaching 40 years old. Its appearance follows a classic appearance of Italian heartthrob. His hair was a deep