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I am freaked out… panicked.
Things were going well with my friends as we slammed back shot after shot.
Now I am in the subway.
But where?
I don’t remember seeing signs for a subway.
I look left.
I look right.
No light at either end of the tunnel.
It’s so dark.
I should start walking.
Oh gosh, am I still drunk?
The floor is vibrating and…
Now I see light at the end of the tunnel.
I should start running.
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Very claustrophobic! I hope that this was just a dream that you could shake off?
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I dislike enclosed spaces… thank you for reading!
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I’d run. Good one.
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Thank you! ☺
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I would hate to have to outrun a train, but the thought is certainly panic inducing.
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