As I Lay Dying
Birds are chirping songs on billboard's top three, because your body doesn't make that funny little whistle sound when you dropp from the second floor. And yet, any dropp you take automatically, apparently, has enough time to play a montage of your life to an audience of one and a room full of critics that measure the contents of your life as playable in a two-story drop.
Twenty feet of gravity and the only one that matters is the last. That last second. But, I guess, if it's only twenty feet, the first second is your last.
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