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July 22, 2009
I grabbed the nearest object to me. it was his old overused razor blade. it was starting to rust. I threw it through the hole. We waited for the sound of it hitting. Forever we stood bent over gazing into the hole. I don't how much time passed before a bellowing slam travel back at us. There was a bottom. To a vertical hole? I stopped asking questions nothing made sense. The air got thicker again. It was like trying to breathe under water. The both started coughing with the change. The wind picked up again only it was reversing.