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The pipe was where Matt liked to hide from things. Like his older brothers, his parents, the bullies, the mounting sense that life is too big to handle.

He found it one summer afternoon running from the crazy kid. The grate was already half-off, all it took wa(more)
I fell down the drainage pipe without a second glance as to my pursuers. They had not yet found the tracks leading me here, as to where here was, I was not certain. The pipe itself led downwards ever so slightly towards the river.