Tyle Sands -- page 6897
You grab the bowl and take a quick drink
Your thirst is a fire in your throat. It's unbearable. You pour the
liquid down your throat, realizing it is water indeed. That's when
the door opens, your lips upon the glass
bowl.
Created by Katrina Wentz on Oct 29 2004
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