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legion1993 · 7 years ago

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If I was you I’d run, But You’re not & I Won’t.

A/N: thank you everyone for all the love these last few weeks have been crazy but ive pulled through. Once more im pleased to introduce another week: #14 is here and right now I would like to thank @thing-you-do-with-that-thing for this fantastic SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge. As always give it some love, and ignore any spelling/grammatical errors.

Plot: the day you never thought would happen did, you never imagined though that you instantly would be accepted into a new home. But what happens when your new home houses the man who your heart chooses not to ignore.

Prompt: ��I never wanted to hurt you.”

Pairing: Sam x Reader

You and your brother have been hunters for about 5 years after your father was killed by a demon. This day you both are tracking a wendigo that has been terrorizing a local town in Kansas. Searching the woods you come across the beast's lair and quietly go inside, guns at the ready.

Four corpses come into view, one of them still moaning and barely alive. You can hear something that sounds like eating coming from a corner. The wendigo has his back turned to you and is chowing down on another body.Suddenly your brother, who was behind you, lets out a terrifying scream and you whip around just in time to see the creature's mate take a bite out of your brother's arm.

Y/N: "NO!"

You scream and shoot at it, grazing it with your bullet. It snarls at you and moves toward you, its mate now noticing you as well. They back you into a corner and you try shooting them again, but they knock the gun from your hands.

Just as you scream for what seems will be the last time, another gunshot is heard, a few in fact. The next thing you know, both monsters are walking away towards the newcomers.

As you scramble to get out of the corner and back to the entrance, you are knocked over by one of the creatures that was sent flying across the room by an invisible force.

As more bullets are expelled both wendigos finally die, and strong hands help you off the floor of the cave.

You look up into the most gorgeous pair of eyes this side of the known galaxy. Gentle hands brush dirt and hair away from your face and eyes. Then your knight in shining armor speaks, his voice strong and reassuring.

Sam: "Are you alright? I never wanted to hurt you, please tell me you are ok."

You clear your throat and manage to find words, even as your gaze momentarily reverts to your brother, laying dead on the ground.

Y/N: "I'm ok, just bruised. But my brother.."

Tears begin to fall as you mourn the loss of the only family you had left.

The same strong arms that helped you up wrap around you as you bury your head in his strong chest. He strokes your hair and just lets you cry.

After a few minutes you settle down a bit and look back up at this man that helped you.

Y/N: "Sorry. I dont usually cry on shoulders, especially on people i dont know."

Sam: “its ok nothings gonna happen to you.”

You wipe some tears back and address both men.

Y/N: "Thanks for saving my life. I dont usually make mistakes like that. And now i lost the only family i had left. I'm YN. My family have been hunters for some time. My brother and I have been full time hunters since our father was killed by a demon."

The man who rescued you and helped you up spoke first.

Sam: "I'm Sam and this is my brother Dean. We are hunters as well. Do you need a place to stay?"

You shrug.

Y/N: "I will find something. My parents were rich. I have the means to stay almost anywhere, i just hate being alone. And now that my brother is gone i literally have no one."

Sam puts a gentle hand on your shoulder and smiles.

Sam: "You can stay with us for as long as you need. We have a place big enough for lots of people."

His warm caring response is like a magnet. You nod a yes and go with the brothers.

After a hot shower, you don a fresh pair of jeans and an emerald green tank top, your favorite one because it matches your eyes.

You let your long hair hang loose to dry and make your way to the eating area where a plate of bacon, sausages, eggs, and toast await your empty stomach. Sam sits beside you and Dean beside him. You chow down knowing its been a few days since you ate food this good.

A few weeks pass. Upon learning Sam and Dean were the famous Winchester brothers that you and your brother had heard so much about, you almost fainted at breakfast that first morning.

They have been very welcoming to you and have even trained with you to see how much you knew about fighting and protecting yourself. It turned out you could beat both, not easily mind you, but you had both brothers flat on their backs in less than 4 minutes.

One question always burned in your mind about Sam. That night he rescued you, the monster flying away from him and almost squashing you, you wondered how he was able to do that. He never talked about it, and it really wasn't your concern, so you never pushed for answers.

Today you have Sam as your sparing partner. Dean is out picking up groceries. Sam has been picking up on some of your moves and has started using them in your workouts. He's pretty good, you think to yourself.

You are momentarily distracted by his firm biceps, and that lands you flat on the mat, pinned by Sam.

Both of you are panting hard and staring at each other, then Sam bends down and kisses you lightly on the lips.

He lifts his head and looks into your eyes.

Sam: "I'm sorry, i dont know what got into me. You looked so beautiful laying there and...never mind. It wont happen again."

Sam gets to his feet and helps you do the same. Then he turns to leave and shower.

Y/N: "Sam! Wait. What if i do want that to happen? Im in love with you Sam Winchester. Have been since we met, since you saved my life."

You go to him and kiss him, wrappin’ your arms around his neck and pressing your body against his. Sam wraps his arms around your waist and carries you to his room. You begin removing each other's clothes, almost savagely, eager to be closer to one another.

Sam lifts you and you wrap your legs around his bare torso. He lays you down on his bed and covers your body with his, while his hands search out your most intimate places. He caresses your breast and runs his thumb lightly across your nipple, causing you to moan.

Then you feel him moving lower, finding your very core, and dipping one finger inside. You throw your head back and cry out his name as you experience your first orgasm. Then Sam pushes slowly inside you, stretching you, filling the emptiness, your barrier of innocence no longer present.

Then he is moving in rhythm, in and out, and kissing you at the same time. This potent mix of sensations has your mind spinning and another orgasm hits you hard. You cry out again, digging your nails into Sam's back, and he cries out his own release. Exhausted, both of you fall asleep in each others arms, still entwined.

Dean comes back from the store and begins to worry when he doesn't hear or see either of you. He calls Sam's name and gets no immediate response so Dean goes barging into room and comes upon the two of you in bed. You panic slightly trying to cover what isnt already covered by Sam's body. Sam sits up just as startled and flings a cover over you.

Sam: "Dean what the hell man? Ever heard of knocking?"

Dean, now slightly embarrassed, averts his eyes and backs out of the room slowly.

Dean: "Sorry, leaving now. By the way, nice assets YN!"

And laughs as he closes the door, narrowly escaping a projectile pillow aimed directly at his head. You and Sam look at each other and giggle as well, and make love again before getting up and dressed.

Dean has started making some lunch and has a newspaper spread out on the table.

Disappearances of young children in Wyoming has residents scared and police have no leads whatsoever. Sam reads the article and goes to his computer to search for possible reasons.

The article states that the target range is 12 to 14 years old, both male and female. No blood or signs of struggle suggest the victims were alive when taken.

While Sam researches, you grab some food. Dean has laid out some fresh buns and sandwich fixings.

By the time Sam is done you have created one of the best looking sub sandwiches on the planet. Dean looks at your masterpiece with envy as you chow down. You made one for Sam as well. Dean scowls and says,

Dean: "How come he gets an awesome sandwich and i dont?"

You smile playfully.

Y/N: "Perhaps next time you decide to barge into a room without knocking, you should consider the possible repercussions of said actions."

Sam bursts out laughing, causing you to giggle as well. Even Dean joins in the laughter but adds,

Dean: "Have to say though, it was worth every second. And i meant what i said, you really do have some nice assets."

To which you throw a bun at Dean's face, hitting him square on the nose, even as your cheeks turn a nice shade of red.

Sam pulls you over to sit on his lap and kisses you, making you forget your embarrassing situation earlier.

Sam: "Your gorgeous when you blush YN."

Sam whispers in your ear. Smiling, you steal Sam's sandwich and put it on your plate. Sam playfully picks you up amd throws you over his shoulder, heading for the bedroom.

Y/N: "Later Sam. We do need to find out what's been stealing those children. I hate it when children are involved in any way shape or form."

Sam: “fine but you owe me for leaving me hanging there babe.”

You looked down at his bulge all happy and hard and you giggle kissing him again slightly.

Dean: “oh god kill me please.”

Sam sighs, knowing you are right, and puts you back down, but not before playfully slapping your ass right in front of Dean. Your cheeks resume their reddish tint as you help with the research.

The three of you head to the area where the disappearances have been taking place. After Sam and Dean ask some questions at the local law enforcement office, they meet up with you for lunch.

While they were doing their investigating, you went to visit some of the parents who's children were taken.

Once you meet up at a burger joint and order some food, you and the guys share your findings.

Dean pipes up first.

Dean: "The police dont have alot of clues. The children were taken from their rooms while asleep. No signs of struggle and no blood. They did find some water at each of the crime scenes but thats about it. What did you find YN?"

You sip some iced tea.

Y/N: "I think the water started as frozen footprints. The parents all said the rooms were way below freezing and all the grass around the house was frozen."

Dean comments,

Dean: "So what, Frosty the Snowman is taking these kids?"

Sam pulls out his laptop.

Sam: "No Dean. Actually i read about a mythical creature that can do everything YN just described. Its a Morko, a childhood creature from Swedish folklore. It constantly seeks warmth and friendship but it always ends up rejected and alone."

y/N: "That sounds kinda sad if you ask me."

You say. Dean scoffs and retorts,

Dean: "Sad or not, the thing is stealing kids. We need to track it and get those kids home."

You and Sam nod your heads in agreement. Whatever this creature's story, it shouldn't be taking children from their families.

You try finding more info about this morko, or groke as it is known in some cultures, specifically where it likes to live. All descriptions and stories suggest it lives in a cold cavern, and you tell Sam to map out nearby places that may be cold enough for the morko to stay in.

The three of you get a couple of rooms at a local motel and grab some beer. You take one of the beers and head to the other room, where you take a shower and change into some shorts and a sweatshirt. You brush your teeth and then towel dry, brush and braid your hair for the night.

A few minutes later Sam comes in to your room. His eyes look over you with promise, then he crosses the room and takes you to the bed, where the rest of the evening is spent making love and sleeping in eachothers arms.

The next morning Dean comes barging into yours and Sams room, once again finding you both in a compromising position. Startled and once again a nice shade of red, you duck under the covers while Sam once again yell at his brother.

Sam: "Dean! Didn't we have this conversation already? Like what the hell?"

Dean turns his eyes away but remains in the room.

Dean: "Sorry but this couldn't wait. I have been studying the maps and found an old abandoned cold storage facility. It has an underground freezer section as well. Bet it would serve perfectly as a cold cavern. We gotta move our asses though, cuz if that's where he has the kids, they are is serious danger of hypothermia."

You and Sam look at each other, eyes wide.

Y/N: “guess the fun is over for now dear..”

Sam: “I know babe ill make it up to you… once we rescue the kids.”

Y/N: “now dean leave so I can come out and we can get dressed.”

Dean: “fine I will but hurry up you 2..”

Dean leaves the room and the two of you get dressed and hop into the Impala.

Dean is already in the driver seat. You climb in the front at Sam's insistence, being the gentleman he is.

Dean smiles as you get in, mentioning something about still having some nice assets. You gasp and punch his arm, as Sam chuckles in the back seat.

Sam: “dean maybe you should keep your opinions to yourself.”

Dean: “ya but what fun would that be.”

Y/N: “well for starters I wouldn’t want to punch you…”

Dean: “please ive taken worse.”

Sam: “care to test it after this?”

Dean looked at you and then slightly at sam & sighed.

Dean: “ya but sweetheart don’t expect me to go easy on you.”

The abandoned cold storage is about 2 miles west of the town. When you get there the three of you notice ice on the ground surrounding the entrance.

You grab some flare guns and a shotgun and head inside. You immediately take notice of how much colder it is inside, and how it seems to get colder as you near the underground storage.

You find some old stairs that lead down into darkness. Dean and Sam both turn on flashlights, while you aim the flare gun into the basement.

Sam goes first, motioning for everyone to be quiet and listen. The three of you can hear crying, and faint shouts for help.

You can also hear some moaning, like a wounded animal, that also sounds like crying. As you approach one of the closed doors, you hear people inside. You try the door but its frozen shut.

Y/N: "Guys, over here. I hear some of the kids but i cant budge the door. Its stuck."

The boys grab the handle with you and manage to open the door. Six young teens come running out, hugging all of you. Dean tells them to quietly make their way outside and wait by the car. He gives one of them a phone and tells them to call their parents and the police.

Slowly you find more sections with more kids. But there are still 2 missing and you still haven’t found the creature. One of the last kids you rescued tells you there is an open area further down where the thing likes to live and bring the children.

They are never hurt but are also never allowed to leave. The monster tries to be friendly without realizing he is frightening the kids, and cannot understand why no one wants to stay and play.

The kid leaves to join the others after telling you this new information. You, sam and Dean all look at each other, taking in this new information with a grain of salt.

You continue down the hallway, following the instructions given to you by the kid. After about 5 minutes you see a corner with a bright light coming from it.

As you walk quietly around the corner you and the boys witness something new. The morko is humming, or at least what appears to be humming, and attempting to involve the two remaining kids in some fun dancing. When you look at the children they seem confused and frightened but otherwise unharmed.

Suddenly the creature stops and notices the three of you, and so do the kids. Dean motions to the guns but you stop him.

Y/N: "Don't make any threatening moves. This thing doesn't want to harm anyone, he wants friends. He's lonely."

You put down your weapon and take Sam's hand. You feel power in him, which is strange to you because as far as you know, you don't have any abilities yourself.

But this creature's joyful personality, combined with Sam's power, is allowing you to connect with it mentally.

Seeing it can't speak English, it has never been able to communicate it's desire for friends, companionship.

You feel it's pain, the emptiness it has carried for centuries. Your heart fills with the desire to help find a suitable companion for the morko. The room gets brighter and from the ice on the floor, a shape forms.

Y/N: “guys whatever you see in the next few moments don’t think of me any different.”

Sam: “we wont…”

Dean: “what do you mean?”

It grows and becomes what appears to be a smaller version of the morko. Like a child, the younger creature begins to clap and dance around playfully. The older morko smiles with his white teeth and dances with thw smaller one. Even the children think this is cute, and clap along. You soar with your mind, finding an extremely isolated area in the snow covered mountains of Siberia.

Then you create a doorway for the two morkos to travel to this new home, which they happily do, but not before the older one extends a hand to you, a sign of friendship and a thank you for helping him find a friend.

Later as you, Sam and Dean finish with the police and get all the kids back to their homes, Sam pulls you aside. He takes your hand in his and says,

Sam: "YN, what you did in there was amazing. I'm glad you were able to find a solution that didnt involve killing it."

You smile up at Sam.

Y/N: "Thanks. I didnt even know i could do that. But knowing that now, i dont know how this will affect what we found. If you dont want to be with me anymore i will understand."

A tear escapes even as you try to hide your fear of rejection. You finally find someone to love and you end up a freak.

Sam chuckles and turns you back to face him, lifting your chin so he can look into your eyes.

Sam: "Seriously? You honestly think that would scare me off? Dean scares me more than you ever will. I love you, YN. I want you in my life for as long as i can, that is if you are willing."

Your fear of rejection turns to tears of joy as you leap into Sam's arms and you kiss him. Sam returns the kiss and holds you close.

Sam: "Marry me."

He whispers in your ear. You nod happily and he pulls you in for another long deep passionate kiss.

The next while it was fun and exciting you were engaged to another hunter, you never thought it would happen but it did. You were sure that this was what you wanted. the day had come, this was the day that you and dean would battle it out.

Sam: “whatever happens in there ill still love you.”

Y/N: “better it is gonna be a really close fight.”

Sam: “well this is getting filmed so we can laugh at it later.”

You took a chuckle as you finished stretching.

Y/n: “ready Dean?”

Dean: “are you? look doll I don’t want to hurt you.”

Y/N: “ya I know but you wont.”

You took your moment with sam as he wished you good luck then gave a thumbs up to dean who just glared at him.

Sam stood in the middle and cleared his throat.

Sam: “single combat hand to hand no weapons begin.”

You and dean got into position and lunged at eachother.

This was gonna be the start of a happy life with these 2 men who are not only fantastic hunters but your new family. This was more than you could ever ask for.

#spn hiatus writing challenge 2017 #spn hwc - week 14

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xottzot · 7 years ago

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2017-10(OCT)-01st-Sunday

2017-10(OCT)-01st-Sunday.

Firstly, my apolgies for accidently putting down the wrongly typed date as the 20th when it should have been the 30th of September 2017. It was just a slip of the finger in typing. Both posts hve been edited by me to correctly show the correct date...not that anybody cares or bothers.

Things are almost at their shitty criminal 'normal' for around this hellhole today on Sunday....

A lone car parked for many hours in an open totally empty carpark next to the Koongamia school oval (to keep an eye looking up into the Kalara Way street)....so they can gather intelligence to formulate new ways to cover things up.....

I saw a duo walked up the foopath during the day, one young man and one African? or aboriginal woman, aimlessly walking along the foopath past the scene of last nights riot with the aboriginals.

The duo were aimlessly walking about, first to the shops area, then returning but then going through the criminals pedestrian walkway......

Around 3:35pm....criminal aboriginals, an adult female wheeling a pram with an aboriginal brat in it for an alias and a younger aboriginal criminal openly invaded the 2 Kalara Way property AGAIN and went around the back, through a gate that is normally closed SHUT, and they eventually exited through the driveway. They casually walked on down and went into the 6 Kalara Way, Koongamia, Western Australia, aboriginal criminal household that was the scene of all teh shit last night, the assaults, the screams, the smashing, and everything else.

Later they're doing it ALL again they're roming all around over and over endlessly, teaching the younger abo girls to be just like the adults, and AGAIN they invaded that porperty. They actually go out of their way to to invade it. It's not an 'accident' or any other lame arse excuse that POLICE and authorities are forced to accept (but they do). - And all this is winding up and along. And nothing will happen.

Maybe there's going to be another riot in the streets? - Maybe there's going to be MORE smashing and invading of that property? - They've been entering it so much now that they've taken 'possession' of it wnd will smash it all up just like they did with 'Ms New Ages' place. - And STILL nobody ever believed anything I said, and WHO was doing it all.

All that is just 'normal' for them all because they are all criminals. You should have no pity whatsoever at all for those fuckers. They exploit others 'pity' to their own ends and leave destroyed lives in their wakes. THAT is the way they wantonly live and DEMAND to live. And in any 'NEWS' you only ever read one side of it all...the criminals side. - Get rid of them ALL.

Another vehicle parked strangely about....dunno what that was about.

Earlier a vehicle (4WD or SUV type) full of aboriginals drive into the aboriginla house next door to the main aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD, which has today seemd to be VERY VERY quiet and subdued. - Funny that eh?

It seems the criminal 'poor innocent darlings' were taken away becaus eof last nigts violent shit in the streets JUST OUTSIDE OF THEM and across the road from them that they all had a hand in.

Daytrips and 'holidays' for the crimanal kiddies.....THAT happens almost everytime. And it's all bullshit they do. - CRAZY shit. - Nobody believes how 'rewarded' the criminal aboriginals are even when they perform criminal shit upon themselves and their 'friends' they get 'rewared'.....whilst everyone who is innocent suffers....

If anyoen tries to dig a little deeer they soon run up against the OTHER reason for aboriginla-upon-aboriginal violence..........'yeah, they're aboriginals...so what? - They're not 'our mob'......'

Internecine violence based on mafia-like lines.

Sunday darkness of night is still to eventuate. That is very likely to mean MORE invading of houses and properties, and possibly MORE violent shit in the streets.

No good counting on the West Australian POLICE for anything. They're too busy bitching about wanting to be paid more for 'all their troubles as part of their jobs'. - And so trying to get them to so anything at this hellhole that has a lasting impact for innocents is totally useless. - They are the servants of aboriginals and the vested interests who are using aboriginals. Politicians and rich bastards.

Like a certain rich millionaire in Western Australia who never can do enough to supopsedly 'help' aboriginals whilst decrying all the woe and shit. But in the background he's still making a LOT of money and I daresay has a new lifelong profitable 'career' in being involved in it all for his own selfish life. -- He's just announced in the NEWS a new attack upon companies for their supposed part in the aboriginals exploitation and yet anyone who has been 'exploited', more than willingly entered into it all fully knowing beforehand everything because it's part of open Australian culture and has been for many many decades. -- It' amazing that a rich fucker says something and everyone never bothers to ask questions about anything about it all. But then again, he's making millions on what he does, what he sems to do, what he has planned...and everything else that's conveniently forgotten about in all the media hype and propaganda.

But that's okay because he's a 'man of the people'......(trademark probably pending).

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I've stated it countless times that aboriginal men are VERY violent and criminal, just about everyone in Australia knows that, but the females are JUST as and quite often MORE violent than the males. People only find that out after they have been robbed, or assaulted or worse by them.

And of coure there's a new round of engineered bullshit 'woe is us' shit in the NEWS......and it features women (woman are used all the time to try to gain pathos) from the Australian population to try to get them to back them.

http://www.abc.net.au/news/2017-10-01/dont-ask-us-to-get-over-the-stolen-generations,-member-says/9003010

Translation:--- We are the ones who will carry on the fight and violence forevermore even when you least expect it. Maybe not us....but your neighbours.....

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4:20pm....a scooter (registered, but that's never a cretainty), just came tearing through the criminals pedestrian walkway and rode away tearing away. - Sam old, same old bullshit. The fuckers can do ANYTHING they like. And they have routines that must adhere to.- All this has been going on for YEARS.

Still not dark yet. Which is the race-start flag to be wave for crime and criminals. all this shit is just leading up to it. -- ALL this shit has been going on for YEARS.

Before it was all happening upon Ms New Age's place. It escalted. It was investigated. NOBODY DID ANYTHING AND NOTHING WAS DONE. - Then it all was repeated...and repeated....and repeated....and repeated....and repeated endlessly. It was investigated. NOBODY DID ANYTHING AND NOTHING WAS DONE. - Then it all was repeated...and repeated....

The it was set upon and smashed up. It was investigated. NOBODY DID ANYTHING AND NOTHING WAS DONE.

The place was resumed by gentle Ms New Age, and the massive repairs are forever ongoing.

And because they place has agents of Ms New Age there, the criminal aboriginals have simply switched across the road to the unfence corner house to smash and invade it and have long since instaged it all to keep going ON and ON and ON and ON and ON and ON and ON and ON and ON...until they get 'rewarded'.

That's how these criminal fuckers operate. Keep doing shit. Nobody can handle them or deal with them. - Then the rampant quiet 'placating' of the criminal aboriginals moves in.....I've seen ALL of this shit going on for YEARS at this hellhole.

By the way, I saw a little article in one of the latest community NEW papers for a person in Midland who was organising adults to get back into bicyling for their health and so on. All that is commendable and normal. -- But NO aboriginals AT ALL EVER WEARS BICYCLE HELMETS EVER. NOT EVEN IN FRONT OF POLICE WHO JUST LET THEM DO THAT, WHILST AT THE SAME TIME COMING DOWN HARD UPON ANYONE ELSE FOR NOT WEARING A BICYCLE HELMET WHICH IS THE LAW. ---- So...riding bicycles is a protected 'traditional' aboriginal thing is it and they are exempt from any and all laws? - That goes for EVERYTHING they aboriglas do to around this hellhole.

Once again.....NONE of that you will ever see in the NEWS, least of all in any community NEW papers.

If a vehicel ever strikes an aboriginal on any road, it's automatically assumed its the drivers faults and they come down so VERY hard uopn them. And exactly the same happens to aboriginals and shitheads of all ages on motorbikes (licensed or not or ANY type), and motorised motorbikes, and skateboards, and roller skates, and even just deliberately running out in into the path of oncoming cars......it's always hammered to everyone that it's the fault of the innocent cars and drivers.

And the other thing the media is utterly rampant guilty of is NEVER mentioning that a shithead was guilty of doing something illegal. Instead they just take a totally bizarre stance of totally NEVER mentioning it AT ALL. - Absolutely fucking crazy.

Online NEWS is worse because they just re-edit the already published NEWS article, and continually 'massage' all NEWS stories to be devoid of truthfulness and so NEWS has long since become worthless through omission. (GUILTY THROUGH OMISSION)

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I love you dear Fliss and want to be with you. -- Sam has once again had VERY loud terrible nightmares, crying and whining and howling in his sleep. Max was the same but to a lesser extent. - There is no volcano for us all to throw ourselves into and die and escape.

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