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Wednesday, 24 August 2016
Messenger
He runs and runs, his heart pounding almost out of his chest, cartoon-like.
His lungs are full of fire and his legs are in lactic acid hell.
He continues. He continues because he cannot stop.
The message must be delivered.
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