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BRANDON

Eleven years ago

I smelled burning wood; it dried my throat.

I was sure my eyes looked bloodshot. I might never see the blood, but I could feel it on my lids; the scent of the fresh wound was messing up my head. I felt fucking heavy-headed; the top of my skull was throbbing in inexpressible ...

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