I stared at the highchair mixed in with the rubbish. It was as clean and as solid as it was the day it was made some 40 years ago. Was that trendy company even still around?
Shaking my head, I walked on. It had been a long time, and I was surprised at the emotions it brought back.
At the time some had laughed off the flu-like symptoms, ignoring the high death toll. But the long-term effects were harder to ignore.
As “The Children-of-the-Plague” reached maturity, the full scale became apparent.
It would just be one lost generation, right?
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