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Wake up, Sam

But no part of his body worked anylued down Tied with a thousand tiny ropes that squirmed and writhed like snakes or worms

And yet no, so

He opened his eyes Was he seeing this? Was he seeing the roo a million miles away?

Was any of it real?

On the floor lay what looked like so washed up from the bottom of the deepest ocean Pale and fleshy,slightly, just a ripple that ht move

Sa was But he wasn’t even sure it was real And he had to go no or never Up out of the dark pit and out into the world while the morphine lasted

Not real, he thought as he

Maybe, he said to himself, as he shifted one foot forward Maybe none of it is real Except for this foot And that foot One then the other

Duck felt the breeze of the first bullet

He zoomed upward as fast he could Which was not very fast

The second bullet was farther froet

Duck yelled, “Hey! Stop it!”

“Freak! Freak!” voices cried up at him

“I didn’t hurt anyone!” Duck yelled back