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Checks

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More solid than it looked.

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Quick fingers of wind pluck the aero-tram wires above you.

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As he goes, you catch a flash of vivid coloured lining on the inside of his coat.

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She closes her eyes.

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Two cups' worth of coffee beans are about to hit the floor.

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You feel his bones crunch on impact.

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Flashes of white light in your vision. Pretty.

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A deep, choking gasp. She couldn't breathe.

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The floor vibrates.

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The floor electric against your feet...

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Shards rain over you as bullets pierce the strengthened glass.

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So many bullets... so hard to think...

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Shards rain over you as bullets pierce the strengthened glass.

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So many bullets... so hard to think...

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Shards rain over you as bullets pierce the strengthened glass.

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A tiny green figure dances somersaults around him, victorious against the blue sky.

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Your nail scrapes optic nerve.

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The chair thuds into you with each impact.

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Your insides smell like tram.

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Vibrations... Giving you away...

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The floor hums beneath your feet.

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You can feel it in the floor.

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But alert to you. Waiting for your signal.

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The handle is warm and slick with his blood.

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Pain like searing light.

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Your muscles slacken, weighed down by a mounting force.

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Emptiness in stereo.

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Just might hurt a little.

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Her eyes are a deep, layered brown.

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A baby's handprint, sticky and clear over a thatch of dirt.

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Knuckles on soft wood.

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Approximately the size of a large lemon. Matte colouration.

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The setting sun is hot on your face. Purple light spots are burned into the back of your eyelids.

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It will be dark soon.

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What it looks like is an anatomically correct human heart, slightly squished from being stuffed into a ten year old's pocket.

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The veins on his neck bulge, blood drips from his ear.

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No sign of your squadmates either.

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As he looks at you evenly, his eyelid begins to twitch.

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Wait! There, at the far end of the carriage.

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His attention was so strong that you feel cold in its absence.

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The shelves ease apart by a fraction as metal settles back into alignment.

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His eyes are green. And very dry.

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The outline of a building, just past the roundabout.

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He turns his head briefly, as if hearing it now.

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Resin on the seams, hairline cracks across the hull. Someone's been fighting to keep it alive.

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A low current pulses through the device in your hands.

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Your hair is drenched in sweat.

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She bows her head so that you can't see her tears fall, but you still see them land. The cosmonaut shines with grief.