Ruby POV:
My tongue felt like old sandpaper, my eyes felt glued shut by my dried tears. I felt sure whatever the foul stench I was smelling was coming from me.
I rolled onto my back and winced as a stone poked me. Rolling back onto my side, I rubbed at my eyes, the sound of singing birds telling me morning had come.
I'd fallen asleep out of pur
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