Waking in a cold sweat. The last thing I remember is pounding my fist to the ground while yelling, "mother fucker, mother fucker". This was after I somehow got away from them. Walking was an option, but it seemed no matter how many steps I took, at what ever pace I tried, I couldn't get away fast enough to shield everyone from the explosion. What I had done was expressing your emotion upon having your heart sink. Like two atoms fusing together, moments later separating in spectacular form. I just saw the girl I thought I was over, hug her arms around the shoulders of a man I wish I were.
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