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Every
second
he
breathed,
the
smell
of
the
grass,
the
cool
air
on
his
face,
was
so
precious:
To
think
that
people
had
years
and
years,
time
to
waste,
so
much
time
it
dragged,
and
he
was
clinging
to
each
second.
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