Helen

She had the face that launched 1000 nuclear warheads. World War III was fought over her. A hail of bombs and missiles and it was over in six minutes. She had been a fashion queen, Park Avenue's society child. She had come a long way from Pleasantville.

For days she wandered in the rubble. Desolation and rubble were her only companions in the wilderness. Finally she spied a figure leaning against the pump of a bombed out gas station. It was Adam, her old high school boyfriend from Pleasantville. Radiation had turned him into a walking talking gargoyle. She thought he looked even worse than when he had zits. She had sworn years ago that she would never have anything to do with Adam again, not if he were the last man on earth. He was!

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