At 2 AM it was almost not too hot to sleep. The last ones left had only firewater, no actual water. They imbibed for thirst until they were nauseous, sprawled in the scratchy white grass by the trickle that had been a river.
At 2 AM it was almost not too hot to sleep. The last ones left had only firewater, no actual water. They imbibed for thirst until they were nauseous, sprawled in the scratchy white grass by the trickle that had been a river.
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