Do it
I tried to ignore the whispering of the midnight splotch
on my back. When I woke this morning, it had spread up my back and was starting
to peek over my shoulder. I thought I could feel its soft, cool breath on the
side of my neck.
Who knows? Maybe I could.
There was a knock at my wagon door.
“Just a second!”
I yanked a shirt over my head, and swore when I realized
it was backwards. After I’d turned my shirt around, I took a deep breath and
tried to compose myself.
I opened the door.
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