[ Cold air hits her face just enough that with the minuscule amount of space left in her lungs, she inhales and beings coughing, rolling onto her side as water expells from her. Her throat feels like it went over a box grater.
Flopping onto her back, she doesn't feel the cold of the ground, her body too numb. Yet her first words having nothing to do with the cold, or even the flower, choked out in between coughs and chattering teeth. ]
Did you see her? The woman, she was right beside me.
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Flopping onto her back, she doesn't feel the cold of the ground, her body too numb. Yet her first words having nothing to do with the cold, or even the flower, choked out in between coughs and chattering teeth. ]
Did you see her? The woman, she was right beside me.