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The boy was choking on the strength of his emotions, heart riven by uncontrollable grief. He had no answer to that. Head spinning and looking for a target to pin his anger on but sorrow robbed him of that outlet too. He felt worse than useless, he felt empty. Bereft. The lone survivor in the pit of hell.
-- HEAVEN AND HELL: 30. "Extreme Measures" by AMDOBELL
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