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Crushed to death trying to cram into the vintage bomb shelter at the local community college, my glasses broken, my pants soiled, my spirit broken. Wracked by terror, staring at my cell phone with no bars - I hope my family are O.K., thjey're smart, they can figure it out - they're tough. Stop, it's too many people in here, please, stop, ow, i can't breath - please, I can't breath, flkjfkjla
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