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Chapter 1, continued.I kneel upwards in time to see the skin upon my hands suck and stick themselvs back toegther so well that you can only see a thin line. "I will never get use to that." I wipe the grim and pieces of gravel off on my thighs. The smell of burning flesh brush my nose and brings me slamming back into reality. "Maria!" I bellow out. My fear begins to grow when the only response is the soft whistling of the wind and the faint crackiling of burning wood. "MARIA!" I scream. I couldn't see thru the thick haze that..9:24 PM - 5/6/2008 - post commentShare and enjoy
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