Hourglass
Claire cried herself to sleep. She was dirty, sticky, sweaty. Curled into a ball on the cold cement, she wept only slightly as she drifted in an out of a fitful sleep. The only real noises emitting from her were little gasps and squeaks that she wasn't even aware she was making anymore.
Something warm and wet, but solid, suddenly touched
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