Opened a path to tight spaces filled with slides that got to small to fit through so I turned around and went through a glass wall like it was cellophane. Only I couldn’t break through.
He was waiting on the other side to hurt me. But people came to my aid. He was destroyed because of his own selfish amities to ruin my life and take away from me the one thing that means the most.
Then I was a prodigal protégé in a sort of military camp for people like me. They had guns that shot concentrated air. I could fly but the guns would knock me down. The instructor really liked me but was really hard on me and the other people there looked up to me. We all wore black.
It ended with me making jokes and flying of like I had been shot from a sling.
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