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had not spent even five minutes after opening my eyes, just above the vast ocean of fresh sheets and a slight wind noise of the morning, I felt as I accelerated the myocardium so abominable. Exits looked at my sudden claustrophobia, and brain did not give me more than to think, absurdly, that the worst torture that might bring us life would be to be conscious after death. And I was studying for the examination of the two and a half, and my hands were sweaty, my stomach was already preparing their acid combinations, and my mind was already six feet under the soil and manure, when my phone rang frantically until fell off the table, and saw that the screen announcing a new message. C
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