I remeber a few disturbing scenes over the years in which people are buried alive.
One death occurred in a grain elevator.
Another was covered with dirt or concrete.
The image in my mind right now is of myself in the bottom of a giant coffee bag. The beans were piling up slowly at first...so I was able to keep my footing and stay on top of the java. But the bag is filling up fast, and I can no longer manage the flood of beans. I am suffocating under a mound of coffee.
Help!
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