a big orange tabby tom throws you into the deep river flood that has been increasingly getting fuller and rougher. your eyes flit and adjust to the sweet fresh water putting presure on them. your lungs are getting full with air and you fight with every fiber to hold it in. you see your mate trying to save you. you think to yourself, "silly Raven...he must have fallen in?" you stop struggling for the air, and blow a couple bubbles out. "goodbye, air" you think to yourself. he floats away crying
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