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The Last Day of Lego - viorev The feeling was not like churning. Or butterflies. Or even sickness. It felt almost as if the top half of his stomach wanted to lift higher into his chest, but it was not that either. He did not know how else to describe it, and, as it was not particularly uncomfortable, he paid it little attention. She walked a step ahead of him. He didn’t know what to say, and wondered if he should hold her hand. He imagined it might feel like holding his mothers hand years ago, and decided not to. He put his haThe Last Day of Lego - viorev
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