A strange word... the very pronunciation makes you want to inhale through your large mouth. One that will make the person in front, look you through and through in to your acidic stomach.
The air becomes heavy. Its flowing stealthily like filth in a mud pit.
Your stuck. You know it wont last and fighting will make the muck more heavy. Yet, you cant wait to fight in it. Nothing happens. The filth makes way to your face. You are disgusted. You've become a part of the muck too.
How did you get into it in the first place?
Ah... you were building sand castles. You added too much of water to get the flow steady. Before long it got stuck in your throat refusing to make you throw up, refusing you to gulp it down.
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