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under
They told her drowning was peaceful. It wasn't.
alive
If there is anything to be learned, from this rush of glitter and golden light, it is that one should always wait just one more moment before tying that rope.
asthma
She gasped and rolled over, her hands reaching out into the night sky, touching swirling stars. So this was what it meant to be mortal.
dehydrated
The second her lips touched his, he was nothing but sand on the wind. Falling through the cracks between her fingers. Sprinkling over her shoes like one last pleading kiss.
modem
The inventor shrunk backwards from the smoking wires and felt a sob rise in his throat. She broke.
motion
They wrestled the gun from the assassin's hand too late. He had already fallen to the ground. Fallen as quickly as she had fallen in love with him. His blood as red as her lipstick.
distributor
The little white boxes were stacked in neat rows on the table. "They're guaranteed," said the slick voice. "You promise it won't hurt?" "Oh, no. It'll be just like going to sleep."
dwell
She was inside the fire. The fire, likewise, was inside of her.
minute
2:00. His hair was messy. His eyes were blue. And the baby was laughing. 2:01. The car was totaled. His hands were red. And the sirens were very loud.
keen
"I know exactly what I want," he said, leaning across the table. The three men in suits cringed backwards. One of them lifted a quivering hand. "Put the gun down and we'll talk." He laughed, high-pitched for a boy his age.
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