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So It Ends

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He half knew from the start really. He fought, doing everything training and instinct and desperation and love could do. But now, as dawn broke on the third day he was sure. The sun was burning already, but he was cold as ice and could not feel his leg. Good that the pain was gone and he wasn’t burning up and there was no salt-sweat in his eyes, but otherwise it was as bad as it could be. Not long now. All he could think as he lay, quietly surrendering to the gathering dark, was “Starsky will be so sad.”