Irony: A Fictional Narrative

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Far echoes of sirens wailing resonated across the streets, reverberating continuously as if he were in a drunken stupor. Well, not "as if." Only the "drunken" part wasn't actually included. He was lying there in a trance indeed, unable to twitch a muscle in this numb body that no longer felt like his own. He wanted to assess the damage that was done to his body, but he knew he didn't need to feel with his hands to know this; he was broken all over, his body and face a complete mess. It burned with a numbing pain against the rough asphalt that ripped through and tore into his skin mercilessly. Everything seemed hazy through his umber eyes, like being trapped within a nightmare in which soon he would awake from and start his day off routinely,

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