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... ing to remember how breathing worked. Air went in, air came out, except my lungs had apparently forgotten the second part and were just holding onto everything like a fucking miser.
Marc’s hand landed on my back with a solid thump that nearly sent me sprawling.
"Stand up, man." His voice was somewhere between concerned and amused. "Can’t show weakness. And you gotta be able to breathe better if you stand."
Don’t you think I know that.
The problem wasn’t knowledge. ...
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