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One Word #14 Word: Gas Gas, An airlike fluid substance which expands freely to fill any space available, irrespective of its quantity. My heart drops. My loved ones are dragged away. Even if it killed me, I would have followed; Death should not have taken thee! But alas, it is not my day, I am left to work until I rot. Will I truly be the last one to wander? As the train’s call rings out, my tears fall. Death had never left, it’s breath is cold, as we know where the train will go. The old and ill, the “weaklings”, they are holding their breath, as if learning to avoid Death’s grasp. I smell gas.

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