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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
She twitched her finger, feeling the picture building up in her mind. She sat up at neck-breaking speeds, scrambling around for something to draw with. She found something cylindrical and found the felt tip, and began scribbling on the ground. She didn't move her left hand as she continued to draw, using both skin and concrete as her makeshift canvas, seeing what others couldn't. For hours she drew, sweat lacing with the muggy air, running down her body, and into her eyes and mouth. Not that it mattered to her. They'd sewn them shut years ago.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
She twitched her finger, feeling the picture building up in her mind. She sat up at neck-breaking speeds, scrambling around for something to draw with. She found something cylindrical and found the felt tip, and began scribbling on the ground. She didn't move her left hand as she continued to draw, using both skin and concrete as her makeshift canvas, seeing what others couldn't. For hours she drew, sweat lacing with the muggy air, running down her body, and into her eyes and mouth. Not that it mattered to her. They'd sewn them shut years ago.