Well, you are free to sift through all the dried-up shit on the ground if you are so inclined. There isn't much, but I'm sure you will find something that will do.
[He always does. It's annoying.
In the meantime, she will take her turn near the boat, looking it over for no particular reason again other than maintaining that space, especially when she remembers what she had almost done on the very floor she stares at...
And how, for a moment as her breath catches, she swears she feels that brush of something over her lips... something hot and tingling...
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Well, you are free to sift through all the dried-up shit on the ground if you are so inclined. There isn't much, but I'm sure you will find something that will do.
[He always does. It's annoying.
In the meantime, she will take her turn near the boat, looking it over for no particular reason again other than maintaining that space, especially when she remembers what she had almost done on the very floor she stares at...
And how, for a moment as her breath catches, she swears she feels that brush of something over her lips... something hot and tingling...
But it's only the wind.]