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Bigger and bigger and bigger. Farther and farther away from me, too. But it was my job, so why not finish it. Besides, it'd all come rushing passed me at the end.
Everything was blurry. I couldn't see the faces of those surrounding me, nor make out my surroundings at all. All I could hear were the fuzzy, rolling steps as it got closer and closer.
Pulling it closer and closer, he soon realized the inhabitants of the moon probably wouldn't be too happy. And he was right.
Inside the moon, Edgar sat with his furniture sliding and falling around him. His spiral staircase creaked.
That's all she could think of to describe her current situation. Although, I suppose anyone else would of felt the same way had they been lying in a gutter filled with their own blood, a dirty syringe sticking out of their arm, and a few cigarette burns decorating her chest. Then again, maybe today was just another day.
She peered from her window, overlooking the streets of perversion, violence and sin that lay riddled before her. She stood her ground, this new city would not scare her. She had made a choice to come here, and she was going to get what she came for.
It began with such urgency, one would assume it would all end the same. But perhaps, sometimes, it doesn't have to.
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