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“Oh- New Year dare, 1985. Ever ridden a supermarket trolley down two flights of steps?”
A little further back and she would have found the second mark- Morgan’s scalpel that time, hoping to prise him away.
Only Sam chose otherwise, and he’s here now, real as the breath that moves through her throat when she laughs. “Amazing you’re in one piece, ent it?”
“And staying that way.”
They fall asleep to the beat of the other’s pulse.
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It scares him, a little - there's no telling what the daft bastard might think to do next. Was this extra layer of madness was something he'd grown into, or had he always been the sort to take such bloody big risks?
Sam got what he wanted, and no one died. Whatever else comes along, today? Let him smile.
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Always good to see another perspective on Sam- we the audience are encouraged to identify with him so much of the time that it's sometimes easy to forget how alarming he must be to other people.
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Thanks for reading, it's always nice to see your comments <3 And I'm sorry this reply took so long, it's just been one of those years XD
Sam's smile is pretty much the best thing ever.
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The question is, do I believe in it enough to risk everything? I look around myself. Is the building high enough to be sure? I've heard of people surviving... I'm just stalling now.
What is it I really want? Mum will understand, and she'll be all right. Maya's let me go already. So, it's down to me.
Another song, Man of La Mancha this time. "To run where the brave dare not go..."
I start to run.
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