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| 25 | 124 | My View more quotes about wrists">wrists fought the cords that held them. |
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| 25 | 121 | Held as I was, I could not rid myself of it. |
| 25 | 122 | I needed air. |
| 25 | 123 | My head hurt, from the strain on my tightly grasped hair. |
| 25 | 124 | My wrists fought the cords that held them. |
| 25 | 125 | In my oral cavity, bitter and reeking, brimming it, reposed that small, foul pool, like a tiny lake of bitter, odious filth. |
| 25 | 126 | I wanted to force it from my mouth, but could not do so. |
| 25 | 127 | I had no air with which to expel it. |