Flabbergasting! The munching racket of cracking bricks blows my ears up like one thousand laughs. I hear gasps, groans and grumbles; another, screaming in awe. The painting inside is probably moaning like Lisa. I feel almost incapacitated, also hurt. I breathe in, it feels like one hundred mobsters are whacking my lungs one by one.
I watch as the crippled tower falls as if it were an old man having a heart attack. I weaken in flame. Everywhere is burnt rubble. My tears disappear like bananas to monkeys.
The smell of suspense awakens me like Batman and Joker. The taste of revenge is like kids with their toys. They have it for a while and then never comes again. K.J.T
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