Sweat began to collect above her red koolaid-stained lips... it was so incredibly hot. She remembered how sickeningly sweet the juice was as it entered her mouth and how sickeningly sticky it was as it slowly rolled down her parched throat. She had no choice but to drink it though, after her mother poured it into the tall glass with tired, worn
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