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Her tears had an odd taste today: Was it Ammonia?

 

Her hands were bleeding profusely. She drank from them to stay hydrated. She was so thirsty but she had to keep moving. The sun was about to set and she couldn’t let herself be caught.

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They would show no mercy.

It was barbed wire after barbed wire. Yet she climbed through them all. She should enter the Olympics. She would get the gold.

Her tears had an odd taste today. Was it mixed with blood? Ammonia?

Despite her stamina, she needed to rest.

Her eyes opened widely. She gasped.  Her hands were still bound. The walls still white.

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