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The tire was flat. We were 50,000 miles away from home. That's when it all went wrong. Creatures fled out of every nook and cranny of the forest. Lions and Tigers and Bears, OH MY! Gildos and Mokus and Friggers! This was it. Will we survive?
It was raining like hell. The drops felt like daggers piercing my head and soul. It thundered, as I fell onto the cool concrete. I woke up, dead, or so it seemed. The fuzzy white world spun above my head. My skin burnt, I was made of ash. Had I been struck by lightning? You showed your face, the sight burned more than lightning. I started to cry.
It was raining like hell. The drops felt like daggers piercing my head and soul. It thundered, as I fell onto the cool concrete.
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