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“Air could be here” he thought. “I’ve never breathed at this depth before. There could be oxygen anywhere.” The cool ventilation felt good against his bare chest. “I LOVE BREATHING” he thought. “In the air tonight” by Phil Collins reverberated through his entire sub, making it pulsate even as the fentanyl circulated through his thick and powerful veins and washed away his (merited) fear of imploding at depth. “With a sub you can breathe anywhere you want” he said to himself out loud.
