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I rocketed forward, sailing through the air.

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Blood stung my nostrils, as I self-consciously felt cuts along my skin. Smoke blurred my vision, whilst eerie shadows bounced around the confined space. I try shifting, but it only resulted in more pain. And what was that smell?

Petrol.

Car petrol.

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