[ as if al's peered right in through his rib cage. his guts twist. he becomes too aware of the stinging of his tongue, the icy air on his hands, the dirt.
what, exactly, is he to do? how is it so many people catch onto him so quickly? his heart is thrumming against his eardrums. ]
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Date: 2012-10-22 03:04 am (UTC)what, exactly, is he to do? how is it so many people catch onto him so quickly? his heart is thrumming against his eardrums. ]