anabargagli
Gasping, vainly tryng to inhale any amount of oxygen. Can't see straight, starting to panic, as if a siren is going of in my head. Where...where the hell is that inhaler?
It was my favorite place in the city. You could see half a galaxy away it seemed. So many great memories spent 50 meters up. It really was the best place to escape it all.
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