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“What?”
“I wore a push-up bra today, and now my tits are falling out.”
“Well, I can’t see them down your shirt,” he says.
“That’s good.” There’s an uncanny give with each compression now. The last colour slips out of her skin. Her chest doesn’t rebound, and the firefighter isn’t getting any air into her. There’s too much blood and bone. Her jaw slips under his grip.
“Actually, I can see them,” he admits. “I just didn’t think I should say so.”
Push and push and push and push.
“Where’s ALS?” I shout to Dale.
