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Don’t mind me…

He cupped his slippery entrails with the tail of his shirt like he’d just plucked a few apples in the orchard. Body fluids seeping through, leaving droplets stained upon his jeans. He knew he wouldn’t make it, but he had to try.

Funny how much you want to live just before you die.

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