quinnmitchell
Bits of sand lifted with the wind. It clung to the sweat of her skin, grinding itself against her clothing, causing a rash on the underside of her arms. She smelled the slick of her skin and was reminded of the inside of the stomachs of lambs she used to slaughter back home.
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