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His everything hurt. He winced, scratching at the cloth that was warped around his head, it didn't help much that they felt itchy too. The man sighed, maybe next time he would be a little more careful when blowing up things.
There was an old rusty bucket in the corner of the garage, green with a white stripe on the middle. It has its own story, as everything in this world has, but it won't be told to everyone, only those who have the patience to listen and the knowledge to understand.
It wasn't strange that he was stranded, in the middle of nowhere, with just his bag and a cellphone with no battery. This situation was normal for someone who travelled with no destination, just for the sake of travelling.
Everything around her was caos. She didn't know how it ended up like this, but the constant noises and movement around were making her dizzy. It was HIS fault, and everything around him wasn't normal.
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