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Stale air like desert air, but cool as skin; desert air gets used though, you breathed it. No, this was dead air, it opened and closed your lungs, coming and going as it pleased like an indecisive possession. Maybe that's what it was.
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Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 12:02 PM UTC
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Stale air like desert air, but cool as skin; desert air gets used though, you breathed it. No, this was dead air, it opened and closed your lungs, coming and going as it pleased like an indecisive possession. Maybe that's what it was.
I've been in quite a few rooms like this. I don't know if it was really the air or just the company I was keeping.
katie-milburn
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Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 12:02 PM UTC
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