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He ran, he ran and ran and ran until he didn’t know what to do anymore.
Past the crowded streets, past the vendors hawking their wares, the street foods that flamed and sizzled, past concrete, cobbled roads, and finally to dirt where he stopped and collapsed.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to go, his mind nearly losing consciousness, flickering in and out as he pulled in air for his oxygen starved body. But that’s how it always was, that voice, that sound somehow felt almost alive as it rang past his ears, like it bent down just to spit it out right next to him.
His name was Bob Reynolds, and he was eternally destined to fail.