[far? where's he gonna go? no dead relatives or buddies to seek out and wander...if he even knew how to do that. he's certainly not aware of anything between the shadow of the collapsing building and the silhouettes of smaller shapes looming above.
at least he's profoundly less wound up about it, opening his eyes to bleary shapes.
i'm going to die, right? somehow it doesn't feel that way.]
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at least he's profoundly less wound up about it, opening his eyes to bleary shapes.
i'm going to die, right? somehow it doesn't feel that way.]