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... n mid-air and snap my foot into the punching bag. It groans, exhaling dust. Ignoring it, I hammer my fists with renewed vengeance, until I can no longer feel the voices in my head. Until I can no longer see the blood. Until I can finally breathe without aching to ruin and break something.
Ilya. My fist slams into leather.
Oh, I remembered it. A life that didn’t belong to me but felt like mine. It makes me furious, that someone could take my body for a ride and use me as a conduit ...
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