—DO YOU REALLY WANNA LIVE FOREVER?

 

 

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The rain sounds like mocking laughter, as if all my dead friends have gathered to snicker and sneer, and I’m not sure why they’re wearing Kevlar, or what’s in those backpacks, but something just clicked, the sound like a grenade pin lifted, and instead of running, each one merely approaches closer.