SuperF***ed

SuperF***ed

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Feb 6, 2025
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Science Fiction
Haze was late for work but barely made it onto the Howard train before it pulled off. That's when things went from bad to deadly-a messed-up track caused the train to derail and crash straight into the lake. Water started flooding the cars fast. Haze couldn't breathe, couldn't process what was happening. What should've been just a regular write-up at work turned into him losing his life. It felt like his lungs were about to burst, everything went dark, and before he passed out, he heard a quiet whisper in his ear.
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