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There was a cool

breeze blowing

into the tunnel,

            and the ground was

            comfortably warm.

                     Then

                        I noticed

                               something...

       The grass

       on my cheek...

                         moments ago,

                         they had tickled

                         and stroked,

               now they were

          piercingly

      painful.

                   I tried

                   to shake it off,

                   but it only seemed to

                   make it worse.

         Soon

             my calves

                 and arms too

                            were getting punctured 

                            and ripped to pieces

                            by the razor sharp grass.

"Wh-what's happening?"

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