Hugh, hugh, I can't breath. I've been running for 20 minutes now. I don't know my name, or who I am but I know that I've escaped my captors. They've held me in an abandoned warehouse for five years without ever letting anyone leave. I feel like a starving lion who has just been fed, the nourishing light shining down on me feeding my hunger. I take a second and admire the street I have come upon. It is open, giving me freedom, strength, and an opportunity, where I'm not trapped in the suffocating flames of imprisonment. I take it.
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