I was in the bottom of a well, looking up. It was night. I could see the stars. I was cold. I was wet. It was a long way to the top. Voices. The sound of voices echoed down the well. They made my head throb.
I tried to yell, but nothing came out.
Someone’s beeper went off. Voices and a beeper. They were driving me crazy.
At the top of the well, a woman’s f…
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