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                                        The siren was honking, the ambulance was running. I thought after me, thought a syringe was stuck in me and ran quickly. But the siren turned into a color, and the color into sunrise. A backpack stuffed with clothes went into the distance, and in the parking lot they flooded the stove and inside the wagon there was warm comfort.