Some times growing up is a Now, everything was under their control.
FIRE, SMOKE, DARKNESS. All went through me as the smell of fear drove me crazy. Thos all made me more and more militaristic in the way I do things. The sound from the bells on the church, the sound of the drones flying by, the sound of children crying all at once instantly felt as if death was on my way. The destruction of gunfire in the night heeled him from rest. He slowly sat up through moving to the door recklessly. He took in every breath he could before opening the door that could take that breath away. (This is irrelevant)
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