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Weekly Contest #267
Rich scumbags. That's what they were. Anger didn't help, never helped, because it just made her want to move, and she needed to not - but maybe it would help now - no. No, no, no, Chloe. Her gums were screaming, her eyes were dry as bone. She was breathing but it was like being underwater, running out of what she needed to live. She did need it to live. One minute, two minutes, three minutes. Don't surface. They hadn't practiced this - at least, not with someone else. Because nobody would want to take the risk and because nobody could know...
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