He couldn't stop; to understand what is happening; he threw herself into the heap of cloud, and found herself falling down a pit.
The moment he thought he was going to hit the ground, the hole was deepening, and he continued to fall. This decline; it was as if to witness all the squares of her life, repeatedly watching as she sprinted out of the fast bus window along an obscure long bus trip.
Some moments; it was time for the bus to speed up the speed dial, too fast to pass, while some were freezing as if it were standing on the side of a road without any facilities. Those moments when he was pinned down coincided with his presence when he felt heavy.
He had no power to endure those moments that didn't pass. He felt like a horrible creature stuck his paws in his chest and even suffered that he had reached his ribs, moving slowly with a scratching motion.
Here the repetition of all those troubled moments lasted for hours; all the other pleasant moments passed in a few seconds, damage the belief of justice.
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