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Tiffani

Sarah approached then, took the cloth from me, tossed it onto the table. She looked at me closely, took my chin in her hand.

“Did you take something?”

“Take?” I asked rubbing my hands over my bare arms, itchy. Tense. My heart was going too fast. Too fast. I needed ice water. More water. Did they have ice cream on this stupid planet? Chocolate chocolate chunk? Something