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As I tripped, the beast took advantage. With a sudden leap, it drove me into the ground like a pitchfork into manure. I took a sudden, asphalt filled breath as the wind was knocked out of me. Why do they keep following me home?! With a sigh, and an upward lurch, I pulled myself out of the ground painfully, took out my gun, and shot it. I wish the old man would stop sending all the hounds of hell after me. I know I’m his daughter’s first suitor, but for Christ’s sake! I paused, wiping the blood away from my mouth caused by cuts that had disapeared. Maybe my association with up above was what he hated so much about me.

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  1. Avatar gĀ²LaPianistaIrlandesa

    Hm, now this is an interesting turn. This implies that this isn’t the first time this has happened to this poor guy.

  2. Ahfl_icon THX 0477

    Nice way of waving a lot of elements together and in a way I didn’t even picture. It reads well, but it’s a departure from the style of the other two. It works fine, but in the future I’d like to challenge you to use sequels and prequels as opportunities to experiment with a style you might not otherwise use, like stream-of-consciousness.

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