tucked At the first I only had time to cross the hand. The second or have seen it coming. Amid the smoke and music, no one seems to have realized, as I try not to move. The worst is not pain but felt that the hole you are going out the guts. The ragamuffins that has given me the wet does not worry me, these take little to open. Just breathe I take care of little, very soft, almost no air into the lungs, staying in the throat. I can not stand the feeling that I produced in the stomach to breathe just beyond my throat. The feeling that each breath is opened a little pit, and that only the pressure of my hands prevents it from falling all over the floor.
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