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Submitted to Contest #105
There was no reason by which I should stand here. But my heart couldn’t refuse her. I know I couldn’t. I stood there, frozen as if the air in my lungs were naught as if the oxygen had become wrought with toxic waste. Yet there was no means of toxic waste, there was only air and my resistance to the breath that should keep my lungs pumping and which in turn makes my heart race. And still, my heart races hard against my sturdy chest. I leaned slightly as the large church doors opened. I could feel the strength leavi...
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