CALVIN'S POINT OF VIEW
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After a small prayer and a pep talk, I managed to gather a little strength, not much, but enough to convince my legs to move and go into the garage.
I took the first car that I got my hands on because right now I can't say that I give a damn about what car I'll drive. To be honest, I would prefer the helicopter, but I need clearance and I don't know if I could fly right now, because I have a bigger problem. The silence. Is killing me, obstructing my airways, and clouding my mind. It's not any kind of silence, it's the kind of silence that it's made out of s****l tension, and I hate it! I hate that I feel this stupid need to...no, I don't feel anything. It's a little awkward, but that's it. Right?
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