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daily – 77

Without him crushing me down, I just lay against the desk, sucking short gasps and trying to see through the tears.

“What the hell is going on in here?” The older officer’s voice is an angry bark, but it’s hard to hear over the rush of blood in my ears and the pathetic wheezing in my throat. “Reynolds!”

“My cousin works up there and this fat bastard,” my chair jerks forward with a thud, “better turn the power back on right now!”

I fumble my arms weakly onto the desk and prop myself up. The first thing I see is the close-up of a grayscale face. I hang my head, shaking it slightly. This can’t be real.

“Don’t tell me no, you-“

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