How could it be any worse?
Rubbing my hand across the ground hard and fast I winced at the pain that shot through my palm. Slowly I turned my hand to see what it was like. Sighing in relief when there weren’t any burns or flames but grimaced when I saw the scrapes that were barely bleeding.
“What the hell was that?” I mumbled under my breath as I got up. I knew tha…
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