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July 11, 2009
Looking for a place a breeze could come from. It was probably coming from the wall. I felt like I was in some movie. This is the part where the lights start to flicker and I die. I waited for just that it never happened. I gather my thoughts again and carefully searched the wall. I felt a breeze on my face. It was coming from the wall as I suspected. Walls don't have ventilation. Not the walls I knew. I had no nails. I was a chronic nail biter. A bad habit or so I was told. Nothing made....