Extract from my latest script..
Muscles grind and sinew pushes bone.
My heart does its best to keep up.
My blood begins to boil, sweat collects
in the caves of my body.
The cold stings my ears.
My muscles are suffocating,
there is little oxygen left in them.
My vision is blurry, from tears
or sweat. I’m not sure which.
The bones in my feet throb
and I can’t feel my thumbs...
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