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Taking a deep greath, you hold it, grab the pile of envelopes in your mouth, and dash for the open air. The taste is foul on your tongue, harking back to the worst of your childhood medicines, but you hang on. Gotta make it, you tell yourself. Gotta make it. Gotta make it. Gotta ...
As you near the wall of the dumpster, you begin to see spots before your eyes, your lungs burning, your muscles screaming for air. I can hold my breath longer than this, you think abstractedly, your mind feeling somehow dim. I wonder if maybe wrrrrrr, weasels brrrrrr, burn up air frrrr, fasterrrrrrr ...
You vaguely notice that you're edging toward a dead faint. You don't want to drop the envelopes, but you're almost out of air ... and you know you won't be able to keep them in your mouth once you can properly smell them!
What do you do?
Written by Wanderer