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[ ...and that one thing was presently introducing Ashton's limp, falling body to the top of his own mail box. ]
[ The metal shell caved in under his back with a sickening screech of metal and plastic; sounds that drowned out the air that was punched clear out of his lungs. The wooden post nearly snapped from the force, the angle causing the entire structure to tip over and roll Ashton clear of the scene, onto the damp grass. A bright red smear tarnished the white paint on the crumpled metal. ]