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we made it - david hugo
the game of marbles had taken out half the field in an instant. how cruel he had been to snatch his win from the hands of another. sang-woo was not guiltless in the exchange but the normalcy of death had fallen upon him. how meaningless all of their lives had been to end up back here again. even if they were fighting for a singular hope of victory, far more of them were going to fail that succeed. the thought tastes bitter in his mouth, so he wets his lips, trying to push away the feeling. “it’s crazy how we live our lives. ” he said quietly, looking up at the other. there is a bitter laugh that chokes through, “ we spent it all on borrowed time. ”