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*The cold air burned your lungs. as you ran. everything hurt, all of it. but one problem.. keep running. don’t stop. *you ran, but you suddenly tripped* *your lungs were on fire, you reach in your pocket, your hands shaking. your breathing were short, cold wheezes.* *When you finally reached the inhaler in your pocket, you felt a hand push your shoulders against the ground, you screamed in pain as his knee pressed against your thigh, dropping your inhaler and accidentally pressing it*