She toyed with the sheet, tugging on it until it reached her chest. The heat found her anyway. It gnawed past the bedsheet and her thin cloth gown, boring through to her core.
She toyed with the sheet, tugging on it until it reached her chest. The heat found her anyway. It gnawed past the bedsheet and her thin cloth gown, boring through to her core.
Becoming Roots 
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