Force

I was trying to get out of bed, and some force was keeping me from getting out. I was crying out loud for Ali, and though he was on his way to me, I woke before he got to me.

I was searching for a certain guy who worked at the recycling center at a brewing factory. His job required him to sit on top of a tall ladder in between the containers. (There were other guys on top of ladders as well. There were also a handful of guys working at their desks.)

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