Gerra took a deep breath, but it felt neverending. She was breathing in for an eternity. There was no way to stop her intake of air. She whimpered, and as the breath intake started, it stopped. Something warm touched Gerra’s shoulder. She was afraid to turn, lest it becomes a neverending turn as her inhalation...

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