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I'm
lying on my back in a shallow grave. My arms are limp. I can't pull
myself out of the ditch. Some guy standing over me asks if I need a
hand. I think I remember him from high school. I'd seen him on
Fountain Square last fall, too, but didn't say hi. I ask him what he
wants in return. He says a good deed is its own reward. I don't
believe him. “What do you want?”
“I
want you to ask.”
“Fuck
you.” I try again to free myself but still can't do it. Some kind
of rodent is biting me; it itches. The sky is a blinding white. Now
it's raining. It stings. I'm bleeding! No, it's the droplets... they
don't stop. It's raining blood. Where is the guy from high school? I
see a bulldozer; it's marked 'CYPRUS UNIVERSITY POLICE'. I can't
breathe. Mud and gravel are falling on me. I want to take one last
breath. I can't. “Will you help me?” Everything goes black.
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