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Preparation

Okay, here we go. Whoa, I’m scared. What the hell am I scared of? This is what I want, right? Anyway, it’s just practice yet.

Checking flow. OK. Reclining position. The steps over again: forced exhale, pull down, quick inhale. Seems to go just alright. Checking leaks… none. Neat.

Should I set the message timers now? What am I waiting for? Hmm. Heart rate quite high.

Another drink of Baileys. Another game of Tetris Ultra. A tranquilizer.

Contemplating memories. First time I read. Beatings as a child. One as an adult. First job I got. Coming outs. Friends. All that jazz.

An odd thought. What will be the world like afterwards? Snicker. The same of course. Get yourself together!

Alright, enough of pussyfooting around. Start the flow, let it fill and pull it down. No more rehearsals.

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