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Thousands of Fleeing Japanese |
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| . Mr. Hosaka put down the phone and looked at his secretary with haggard eyes. "He has not stopped. Things are worse. We must kill him." The two friends parted by the waters of Tokyo Bay, having promised to meet again in a week's time. Godzilla waved as Mothra soared out over the waters, causing massive tidal waves which killed hundreds and drowned two small islands. He turned for a last look at the burning city. He heard the urgent cries of the tiny islanders who had spawned him, and who now rushed to put out the fires and ready the city for his return. Nice, nice people, he thought. Top notch, first rate. Service could be a little better, though. But what a city, what a night! Mr. Hijiro put down his pen with a tired smile. He thought it was the best thing he'd ever written. From the darkness a speeding bullet made friends with him. He slumped forward across the manuscript… Far out to sea, Godzilla felt a momentary weakness seize him; tremors passed through his huge body and he felt fear for the first time. Soon however, his strength returned, and he struck out once again for the Shore of Monster Island… . |
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