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Submitted to Contest #70
“God… how will I ever get through this?” “Harry, you’re talking like you’ve already lost me.” The rain was heavy. My clothes weighed like stone and stuck tightly to my skin. My hair was dark and jagged from the rain. And Sabra’s skin was cold. Her white shirt was thinned by the wetness, and her large belly looked even more swollen because of it; perfectly round, with the shirt thin and wet. I reached out to it with my hand; but my rough fingers, just as cold, didn’t belong on her smooth skin. Instead I took her head in ...
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