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fiction:
you're standing on the threshold of what one could constitute the next step. there are so many ways this could go wrong. the breeze is blowing on the back of your neck, causing you to doubt the strength of will to hold yourself up against whatever is beyond.
your arms go limp and there beats in a slow tempo, the dullest most defined pain in the small of your lower lumbar vertebrae. the air grows still and it begins to feel humid and moist. you squint your eyes and everything becomes high-contrast and blood red.
you feel like passing out and whistling at the same time. the sparkling glares of a thousand black tiny stars twinkle and shine in your eyes as you fall forward into the doorway.
when you awake, you find that everything is different on the other side. and as it stands, you can be sure that you have absolutely no clue what coming next, and you like it.
grinning, you step into the wide world with black shitkickers and a grin.
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