Behind Bars

My blood has turned languid, it claws its way through my body, reluctant, devoid of vigor and action. Sustain me it does, enrage me it does not.

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Getting Wet

The droplet, the lucky bastard, was momentarily airborne, but as she turned a full semi-circle, it descended happily onto the other shoulder.

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We all squatted. The game was simple enough. Each one takes a card and rests his back on a rock. The rocks have absolutely no significance in the game. Once the cards have been picked, each of the players must talk with his card.

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