She was jumping and skittering every time one of those things touched her. Swearing. Trying to bat them off with the riffle of the bag, neither of which really was helping. They moved too fast.
And each time they crossed her skin it was like being stabbed.
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She was jumping and skittering every time one of those things touched her. Swearing. Trying to bat them off with the riffle of the bag, neither of which really was helping. They moved too fast.
And each time they crossed her skin it was like being stabbed.