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June 2, 2009
The itchiness from the ants crawling over him was unbearable. Still, he was exhausted, so he couldn’t even bother trying to swipe them away.

Three days ago, when he wanted to go hiking for the long weekend, none of his friends could do it at such short notice. All of them tried to dissuade him from going alone.

Day one was great, until evening. Trying to get to camp in the failing light, he plummeted down an old mine shaft, preceding rocks falling in behind him. On top of him.

Broken leg. Shoulder agony. Ants.

Maybe this was the end.