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Flight

It was starting. It was coming from every orifice. My nose, my eyes, my mouth, my pores. No. This time I wouldn’t yield to it, but it just kept on coming. A distant voice called my name as I fled, finally succumbing, and it wasn’t finished and I couldn’t leave.