[ Poe feels himself yanked off his feet and thinks, There it is.
He hits the wall, breath ramming out of his lungs, and feels his muscles lock. At least by now he's learned the uselessness of struggling against it. He'll only hurt himself.
As it is, he laughs. It's breathless, his chest still aching from the impact, but God, he can't stop laughing. ]
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He hits the wall, breath ramming out of his lungs, and feels his muscles lock. At least by now he's learned the uselessness of struggling against it. He'll only hurt himself.
As it is, he laughs. It's breathless, his chest still aching from the impact, but God, he can't stop laughing. ]
You're both cowards, and you always will be.