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She is fiercely scratching the tip of her nose. It’s always itchy when she’s nervous. She recognises the surge of prickly heat rushing upwards from the pit of her stomach to the top of her throat as she stares down, sombre-faced, boggle-eyed, to the pending feat in front of her and her own hand’s aggressive movements. Her long skinny toes grasp tightly around the edge of the rock on which she stands. A straight and languid posture prominently emerging from the stone like the ruins of a Roman column that one day could’ve held the weight of an...
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1. I can feel the nicotine travelling inside of me right into my lungs, and I can even feel it settle in and grasp my insides tightly and then flush out to my bloodstream. It’s like sucking on a twig made of pure euphoria and every time you breath it in you’re letting the tiny particles corrode you with their questionable ingredients. But somehow, amongst them you find the sweet hormonal release of oxytocin and I guess dopamine and all those other ‘happiness chemicals’. I watch the beautiful veil of smoke submer...
My nose is itchy. It's always itchy when I'm nervous. And I recognise the streak of prickly heat rushing from my stomach up to my heart, to my gut, as I stare down; sombre-faced, boggle-eyed, to the pending feat in front of me. Long skinny toes grasp tight around the edge of the rock in which I stand, and I notice that familiar internal tingle of imbalance that travels painfully up your calf when the soles of your feet have been up against an unstable surface for too long. “This needs to get don...
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