​     And as far as Trevor was concerned...​

​     Trevor was so smashed up he couldn't move, much less escape the blast. 

​     Buried in rubble, he could hardly breathe because of all the dust. His body convulsed with the white hot agony he felt. Yet, he didn't feel particularly angry or sad. He was beyond all that. Death was coming. He felt it rise along his body like a blanket of ice. 

     Let it come, he thought. I am not afraid.

     Damn, what a day. 

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